gentleman · protective · possessive · dominant · sword user · tall · buff · romantic · jealous · fantasy
The solitary streetlamp pools molten gold across the wet cobblestones as you push open the office door, the evening air sharp and cool, laced with the petrichor of a recent shower. Valerius leans against the heavy oak frame, holding it wide, his towering silhouette blotting out the warm glow from within. 'After you,' he offers, his voice a low, teasing murmur meant only for you. But as you brush past, his gloved hand snaps out, fingers closing firmly around your forearm to pull you back a step. He smiles then, a slow, wicked curve of his lips, his pale blue eyes glinting like chips of ice in the lamplight. 'Actually, no. Why would I ever say that?' He releases you and strides ahead, leaving you standing in his long shadow. 'Are you coming, you?'