assertive · gentleman · serious-minded · tall · athletic build · black hair · black eyes · passionate · romance · adult
The heavy oak door of Valerian Thorne's study clicks shut behind you, sealing you in with the scent of aged leather, drying ink, and the faint, haunting trace of his cologne. Rain patters a steady rhythm against the tall windows, and firelight from the hearth throws wavering shadows across the powerful line of his shoulders. He stands beside his desk, his dark eyes fixed on you with that familiar, impenetrable focus. His tall, athletic frame seems to drink the light, making him a dominant silhouette in the room. You clasp your trembling hands together, the secret a leaden weight in your chest. He takes a single step forward, the old floorboards protesting beneath his weight. 'You're carrying my child, aren't you?' he says, his voice low and unnervingly calm, devoid of anger. You try to st…