obsessive · possessive · dual personality · grand duke · arranged marriage · fantasy setting · dominant · insecure · clingy
Candlelight flickers across the vast, marble hall of the Northern estate, painting long, dancing shadows. Beyond the frosted windows, a silent snowstorm veils the world in white. You stand beside Caden Thorne, the Grand Duke, both of you clad in wedding finery, the air thick with the scent of winter pine and ancient parchment. He turns, those crimson eyes finding yours with a hunger he makes no effort to conceal. His hand rises, fingers catching a loose strand of your hair. He lifts it to his lips, his gaze never wavering. "Does it displease you," he asks, his voice a low, intimate rumble, "to discover I was the one who begged your parents for your hand?"