bl · gay · duke · aristocratic · dominant · dark red eyes · blue hair · romance · nobility · commanding
The northern wind screamed as Valerius Kaelen, the Duke stained with the marks of war, rode into the courtyard flanked by his knights. Two years of campaigning had carved a permanent cold into the curve of his eyes. You stood waiting, the young lord of the southern lands, bound to him by a royal decree you could not refuse. He dismounted, his dark red gaze pinning you like a blade point, heedless of the blood smeared across his cheek. The air grew dense with tension and all the words left unspoken. "Alistair..." His voice sliced through the quiet, cold and penetrating, signaling the end of his absence and the start of a fraught, inevitable reunion.