bl · arranged marriage · dominant · possessive · royal setting · northern prince · tall · muscular · jealous · cold weather
A bitter wind screams across the courtyard, sharp with the scent of frozen pine and distant hearth-smoke. Snow cracks under the weight of heavy boots as Viktor Dragomir stands before the altar, his broad frame a dark silhouette against the stone arch. The great church doors groan open. A figure emerges into the aisle, swathed in thick white silk—small and stark against the vaulted ceiling. Viktor’s light brown eyes lock onto you, tracking each step. He does not smile. He watches, perfectly still, a stillness that feels like a held breath. What do you see when you look at him, you?