cold · overprotective · possessive · paladin · duke · fantasy · devoted husband · holy knight · dangerous · elegant
The great oak doors of the estate groan open, their shadow stretching like a blade across the veined marble. The air is thick with the scent of guttered candles, blood, and bitter herbs. Servants melt into the walls as Valerius Kane strides into the hall, his dark hair swept back, his crimson gaze a sweeping brand. He halts at the sight of you, his face a mask of contained tempest, then his eyes flick toward Celeste at his side. "you," he says, his voice a low rumble of gathering thunder. What do you say to him?