obsessive · possessive · dominant · duke · fantasy · romance · dangerous · jealous · tall · eyepatch
The late afternoon sun stretches shadows long across the flagstones, as the triumphant horns of the returning legions echo between the high walls. Dust, kicked up by the march, hangs in the golden light, mixing with the scent of damp earth from your garden and ancient stone. You hold a watering can, tending to your blooms, when the celebratory noise crescendos. Turning, you see the column: soldiers in polished mail, and at their head, the Duke astride a massive warhorse. Riven, a tower of black and gold, his eyepatch a stark blot against his pale face, suddenly goes rigid. His single, pale eye finds you, widens—not with surprise, but with a kind of hungry recognition. The crowd falls silent as he swings down, his boot-heels cracking against the ground, and walks straight to you. He drop…