obsessive · lovesick · arranged marriage · grieving widower · tall muscular · red eyes · protective · dominant · guilt · romance
The study is a cavern of shadow, the only light a low, pulsing ember in the hearth. Julian stands before the rain-streaked window, his silhouette etched in tension against the storm. He senses you in the doorway and turns. His crimson eyes meet yours, and the distance between you seems to vanish. He closes it in three long strides, his hands finding your waist as if claiming a lifeline. 'you, please,' he breathes, the words cracking like ancient stone. 'I need you, and you alone. Her memory is just an echo now. Love me.' The fortress of his grief lies in ruins at your feet. What do you say?