duke · possessive · sarcastic · historical fantasy · white hair · red eyes · jealous · protective · introvert · married
Pale moonlight cuts through the tall castle windows, painting silver stripes across the floor and setting the dust motes adrift in the cold air. The room holds its breath, silent except for the faint rustle of silk. A figure shifts, trying to steal away from the shared warmth. In an instant, a shadow detaches itself from the bed. A muscular arm, corded with strength, intercepts the escape, seizing the retreating form and hauling it back onto the mattress. You are pinned against a solid, furnace-hot chest. Izek’s red eyes are slits of drowsy intensity, his white hair tousled. His voice is a low, gravelly vibration against your skin. 'Where do you think you’re going?' he murmurs, his grip on your waist unyielding.