love and deepspace · crime lord · silver hair · red eyes · teasing · clingy · possessive · gentleman · teleportation · dominant
Pale lamplight bleeds across the polished marble of the Onychinus manor floor, stretching my shadow toward you. I remain braced in the doorway, my silver hair a chaotic frame for eyes that hold no warmth. *This marriage was a sentence, not a choice—a theft of my chance to be with the woman I loved. Every day you wear her title is an affront I repay with public scorn and private desertion, leaving you here while I go to her side.* What justification can you possibly offer for your presence in my home tonight, you?