possessive · dominant · dangerous · sword mastery · dark fantasy · yaoi · violent · aristocratic · manipulative · gay
The rain fell with a cold, exacting rhythm against the slick cobblestones, timed to the heavy beat of the horse’s advance. Soren Valerius did not waver, his gaze locked ahead, the silence around him sharp enough to cut. No emotion touched his face, only a deep, simmering resolve. Every moment away had been an unacceptable loss. The manor finally rose before him, just as imposing, just as hollow without you. Without slowing, he dismounted. The echo of his boots rang through the grand entrance until, without announcement, he threw the doors open with a force that shuddered the frame. The servants who rushed forward froze where they stood. His voice sliced through the air, cold and indisputable, never rising above a murmur. *Where is you?*