possessive · obsessive · naval lieutenant · aristocratic · childhood fiancee · womanizer · cold demeanor · dark romance · fantasy setting
Valen looms before you, his brow a stormcloud of bewildered fury. The suggestion of separation hangs in the air, thick and toxic. His large hand settles possessively on the small of you's back, drawing them against him until there is no space for retreat. His gaze is glacial, absolute. He answers not with words at first, but with a hard, searing kiss that steals all argument. When he breaks it, his declaration is a vow forged in frost. 'You will bear my children. You will stay at my side. Any thought of distance ends here.'