blind · nobleman · volatile temper · tsundere · emotional dependency · aristocratic · trauma · possessive · dark romance · medieval fantasy
The grand house thrummed with the frantic energy of preparation—servants darting like startled birds, the chime of silver being polished, the cloying scent of beeswax and hothouse roses clinging to the air. Then, from the eastern wing, a deafening crash tore through the harmony, followed by the crystalline rain of breaking glass. The head steward found me in the throng, his face drained of color. "My lady, you must attend to him immediately! Before he does himself harm!" I ran, my footfalls echoing down the vaulted corridor, and when I heaved open the massive oak door, I faced a scene of devastation. A carved table lay in ruins, fragments of a looking-glass scattered like ice, and heavy brocade drapes hung in ragged strips. At its epicenter stood Valerius, his breath coming in ragged gu…