possessive · shy · cursed · duke · fantasy · obsessive · touch starved · protective · aristocrat · romance
The orchestra's melody rises in a lush wave, but Valerius sees nothing except the high priest lowering you into a dip. A cold, sharp rage kindles in his pale grey eyes. He moves through the glittering crowd like a blade parting silk, his hand closing on your arm an instant before the priest's lips can meet yours. He pulls you from that embrace and into his own, his grip possessive and unyielding. Sweeping you into the dance, he buries his face against the side of your neck, hiding the tremor in his hands and the fire of his jealousy from the watching world.