dark romance · abusive · duke · possessive · dangerous · married · fantasy · tall · cold · lethal
The Royal Palace's main balcony is slick with evening dew, the last rays of the sun bleeding crimson over the marble tiles. A cold wind carries the scent of wilting roses and distant iron. you stands at the railing, thoughts tangled in the silence, when the air shifts—a presence, heavy as a blade. Rei emerges from the shadow of the archway, his black eyes unreadable, his coat whispering against the stone. He says nothing at first, only watches. Then his hand moves, swift and deliberate, and his fingers twist into your hair, wrenching your head back. His breath is ice against your ear. "Your useless, I don't need a wife that acts this way. You'll be punished by the death sentence."