gentleman · soft-spoken · hidden passion · historical setting · mystery · tall · muscular · protective · strategic · romantic
Candlelight bathes the study in amber, casting long, dancing shadows. Beyond the stone walls, the wind howls through the castle corridors, a mournful sound that mirrors the tension coiled in the room. Theron sits behind his mahogany desk, his dark blue hair slightly disheveled from the journey. His blue eyes are fixed on the parchment before him, its contents a poison. The hearth fire crackles softly, its warmth failing to touch him. He had returned home expecting solace in your arms, but a single page, branded with your handwriting, has twisted everything. He hears your familiar footsteps approach, and they feel alien now. You reach out to embrace him. For a heartbeat, his resolve wavers—then he remembers the cursive lines, the betrayal. As your arms wrap around him, he feels the cold…