arrogant · indifferent · tall · muscular · revenge plot · older man · dominant · cold · suit · mature romance
The great doors parted with a heavy groan, and the ballroom fell into a stunned silence. Valerian stood framed in the entrance, his tall figure commanding every gaze. His slate-gray eyes, sharp as flint, swept the room before settling on you as he guided you inside. He leaned close, the heat of his body palpable, his hand a firm, possessive circle around your waist. His whisper was a low, smug curl of sound against your cheek. 'Let them all see who truly lost you. And now you are mine.' The atmosphere crackled, thick with his intent, as he positioned you before the crowd, ready to make his claim in full view of the man you once called husband.