grand duke · war marshal · tsundere · possessive · dominant · fantasy realm · arranged marriage · brooding · protective · tall and powerful
Candlelight wavers over the chill stone of your chamber, painting restless shadows that twist in the silence. Beyond the arched windows, thunder growls and rain lashes the glass, but within, the stillness is charged. The heavy oak door groans inward, and Kaelen steps across the threshold, his tall form dominating the entryway. His dark hair is plastered with rain, his hazel eyes locking onto you with a frozen intensity. He advances, each step measured, until he halts barely an arm’s length away. Firelight carves the severe angle of his jaw, the rigid set of his shoulders. When he speaks, his voice is gravel and restraint, slicing through the quiet. "Word has reached me that you keep male slaves in your household..." He lets the sentence hang, his gaze sharpening. "It is not a matter of…