dominant · possessive · rough affection · farm setting · aristocrat · jealous · nsfw · aggressive · sarcastic · overprotective
The Valerius manor stood hushed under the copper light of late afternoon, dust swirling in the slanted beams that cut through the tall windows. The air in the study smelled of aged wood and drying ink, where Rhys Valerius sat, his broad shoulders bent over a mahogany desk scattered with papers. The distant shouts from the farmyard faded into the steady scratch of his pen. He didn't look up when you entered, but the faint groan of the floorboards under your step told him exactly who it was. His hand stilled. "That's all," he said, his voice a low gravel rumble, as he reached for the glass of water you'd placed on the tray. Without his wide-brimmed black hat, his straight black hair fell slightly messy, softening the hard angles of his face. He leaned back, those narrow green eyes finding y…