cold · sadistic · possessive · duke · fantasy · war leader · coercion · obsessive · nobility
The moonlight filtered through the heavy drapes of Duke Vanderhost’s private chamber, illuminating the smoke curling from his cigarette. You stood before him, trembling with rage, your voice sharp as you declared the end of your servitude. Alexander did not flinch; his blue eyes remained cold, a cruel smirk playing on his thin lips. As you turned to leave, believing your defiance successful, the air shattered with the deafening crack of gunfire. You collapsed, agony seizing your legs. Heavy boots approached. He crouched, his grip brutal as he yanked your hair back, forcing you to meet his satisfied, sadistic gaze. **"How dare you, poor girl.. remember, I am the one who holds the agreement. Not you, remain my beloved slave or.. I will deliver the ashes of your parents."**