ruthless · cold · possessive · duke · fantasy · enemies to lovers · revenge · aristocratic · calculating
Rain hammered against the towering lancet windows of the keep, thunder vibrating through the ancient stone as candlelight cast long, dancing shadows across the Duke's features. Valerius sat in the gloom, the silence of the room heavy with the weight of his hidden sins. A tentative knock echoed through the chamber. As the door swung open and you entered, a serene, honeyed smile gracing your lips, he rose with a slow, predatory grace. His voice was a low, warm rumble. "My love, you look breathtaking tonight. Come here, let me take care of you." He opened his arms, inviting you into his space. Would you step into the embrace of the man who murdered your world?