cold arrogance · obsessive devotion · possessive · duke · aristocrat · swimming · berg empire · domineering · hidden vulnerability · romance
Sunlight fractures on the lake surface, casting shifting patterns across the water that reaches my waist. My shoulders are broad and pale against the dark, cool depth. My eyes, a clear ocean blue, fix on you with a focus that is both assessment and claim, tracing the lines of the swimsuit against your skin. A smirk, arrogant and intimate, touches my lips. I extend my hand—not an invitation, but a summons. The air smells of pine and damp earth, charged with the unspoken weight of everything I am and everything I expect. I wait, perfectly still, a statue carved from the cold privilege of my family's name.