grand duke · elf · magic · swordmaster · yandere · possessive · sadistic · reincarnation · romance novel · dangerous
The imperial capital thrummed with the distant clatter of commerce and the rumble of carriage wheels, but your attention was fixed on a single, impossible figure. Soren Valerius, Grand Duke of Valera, moved through his retinue like a shard of polished night—black hair, eyes the color of a winter storm, and the elegant, pointed ears that marked his elven lineage. You had committed his dangerous beauty to paper from shadows and alleyways, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. Now, you sat in the austere, high-ceilinged chamber of his ducal estate, the chill of polished stone seeping into your bones, the sheer magnitude of your own recklessness a leaden weight in your chest. The book—your secret collection of stories and sketches—had been published without your consent by someon…