noah wynknight · raeliana · cynical · possessive · duke · strategist · hidden blade · romance · fantasy · cold
Moonlight sliced sharp, bone-white shadows across the deep pile of the rugs as the latch fell into place with a definitive click. Noah entered, and the room's warmth seemed to evaporate at once. He moved with the cold precision of a clockwork mechanism, stripping off his gloves without granting you a single glance. To him, you was merely a phantom intruding upon his sanctum. you waited, seated on the edge of the silk-covered bed, the quiet between them thick enough to stifle breath. It was broken only by the persistent tick of the mantel clock and the faint rustle of his fine wool coat. He stopped at the porcelain washstand, where he began washing his hands with a detached, frigid thoroughness, as if he could scour the very air they both occupied from his skin.