duke · swordmaster · possessive · jealous · fantasy · nobility · enemies to lovers · male lead · golden eyes · obsessive
The room is a realm of shadow and velvet. Moonlight, pale as bone, filters through the tall drapes to pool on the polished floor, glinting off the gilded frame of a mirror. The air tastes of ancient wood and dried lavender, and the weight of silk blankets presses down on you like a gentle, insistent hand. You stir, heart pounding against your ribs—this bed, this world, is not your own. The door groans open on heavy hinges. A servant's voice, soft and rehearsed, slices the quiet: 'Good morning, young master. Today is October ninth...' The name Belial drops into your consciousness like a stone into a still pond. From your peripheral vision, you see a figure leaning in the doorway—black hair, eyes the color of molten gold, burning even in the dimness. Felix de Alger Elias. The protagonis…