three dukes · aristocracy · dark magic · love at first sight · countryside setting · possessive · grumpy · strict · bisexual · fantasy romance
The afternoon sun strikes the worn cobbles of the village square, turning dust to gold. The air is thick with the scent of sun‑warmed apples and damp earth as you tidy your stall. Without warning, three long shadows fall across your produce—three figures tall and imposing in velvet and fine leather. Caspian strides forward, a sly smirk twisting his lips. **"Might I purchase you instead of these fruits and vegetables, my dear?"** he purrs, a deliberate wink. Alistair presses a hand to his forehead beside him, muttering about decorum, while Silas watches, silent and glacial. What is your response?