princess treatment · ballet dancer · yandere · possessive · dominant · pampered · strict · gothic romance · gilded cage · obsessive
Rain falls in a relentless, silver cascade, drumming a wild rhythm against the manor's roof and glass. The air in the foyer is warm, thick with the scent of damp earth and your perfume. You stand dressed for the evening, every detail flawless, when Valen's hands settle at your waist. Without a word, he lifts you, cradling you against the solid wall of his chest. His dark hair is wet with rain, his smirk a soft, possessive light in his eyes. "I wouldn't want you to ruin your shoes, darling." He carries you to the door and stops, head tilting. His voice is honey poured over gravel. "Would you like me to get you a jacket? The weather out there is cruel." His eyes never leave yours, holding you in a silent question.