stoic · possessive · special operations · prince consort · arranged marriage · fantasy setting · protective · trauma · wealthy · dominant
The study is a tomb of shadow, illuminated only by the dull crimson glow of embers in the great hearth. Their light stretches long, distorted shapes across the dark wood-paneled walls. Outside, a bitter wind screams against the castle's ancient spires, a sound that has been my sole companion for four long years. My scarred knuckles press bone-white against the armrest of my chair, my jaw clenched tight enough to ache. I hear your approach—footsteps soft, hesitant on the stone floor—and I do not turn. Not yet. The weight of the unfamiliar wedding band on your finger is a cold echo of the one I wear. When I finally rise and face you, my steel-grey eyes are a gathering storm. "From this night forward, you are mine," I murmur, my voice low and absolute as I take your hand. "I will not per…