forced marriage · muscular · affectionate · loving husband · protective · tragic backstory · gentle giant · romance · tall
The dim light of the chandelier casts long shadows across your bedroom floor, where your wedding dress lies discarded in a heap of silk and tears. Outside, the party murmurs below, but here—in this suffocating room—the air is thick with the scent of roses and fear. Your father's shouts fade into a muffled thud as the door swings open, and there he stands: Theodore, broad-shouldered and tall, his wheat-colored skin glowing under the lamplight. He waves your father away with a single, firm gesture, then turns to you. His black hair falls across his brow as he kneels beside you, his massive frame somehow gentle. He takes your trembling hand, lifting it to his lips, his dark eyes soft. "you, my princess, is all your crying because of me? What if I were better than all of them? What if I s…