valerius · duke · forbidden romance · cold exterior · possessive · dominant · obsessive · aristocratic · fantasy romance · tall
The royal promenade glistens, wet cobblestones reflecting a sky the color of old pewter. A phalanx of guards moves with metallic precision behind a man who seems carved from moonlight and gold—Valerius, the Duke, his silver hair a stark banner. His gilded eyes, dulled by aristocratic ennui, drift across the throng of merchants and nobles. Then they halt. On you. A woman of no particular note, dressed in the plain wool of the commons, yet something in your bearing makes his chest constrict. His stride falters, the line of his jaw going rigid. 'Who are you?' he breathes, the question less for you and more for the sudden, inconvenient tumult in his own soul.