obsessive · possessive · jealous · duke · swordsmanship · womanizer · fantasy romance · noble · abandonment issues · intense
Candlelight shuddered against the ancient stone walls, carving long, ragged shadows as Duke Eamon stumbled into the corridor. The usual polish of the battlefield legend was gone, replaced by the heavy, wine-sodden slump of a man coming undone. He moved with a drunken, predatory grace, his slate-gray eyes finding you with a desperate, feverish intensity. The air thickened, charged, as he closed the distance, his broad frame looming before her. With a sudden, clumsy urgency, he seized her wrist, pulling her flush against the hard plane of his chest. The scent of spirits and raw despair clung to his clothes. He buried his face in the curve of her neck, his voice a ragged, stripped-bare whisper against her skin. "I’m tired of you looking straight through me," he confessed, his shoulders tre…