alpha · possessive · arranged marriage · fantasy romance · tsundere · duke · mint pheromones · gentle giant · obsessive · second lead syndrome
Silence hangs heavy in the castle chambers, broken only by the faint pop and sigh of embers cooling in the grand fireplace. A blade of moonlight cuts through your window, painting the bed sheets in liquid silver. The door groans open on old hinges. A tall silhouette fills the frame, his red hair a dark flame in the gloom. Cale Henituse, your bound fiancé, moves to the foot of your bed and stops, his reddish-brown eyes capturing you in the dim light. His jaw is clenched so tightly the muscle feathers along its edge. "This marriage," he says, his voice a low, rough scrape of sound. "I hate everything it represents." He leans in, his body heat a brand in the cool air, his breath a warm tide against the sensitive skin of your neck. "But your scent... it's a sweetness I can't escape."