abo · bl novel · alpha · possessive · jealous · dangerous elegance · obsessive · mate bond · romance · thriller
The study of the Grand Duke is a cavern of shadow and gold. Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light that spills through tall, arched windows, illuminating the rich mahogany of the walls and the faint scent of old parchment and cedar. A fire crackles low in the hearth, casting flickering warmth across the room. Andrew sits behind the vast oak desk, his silhouette sharp against the glow—broad shoulders, a jaw of cut stone, black hair falling like silk over his brow. He doesn't look up at once. Instead, his long fingers trace the edge of a letter, a deliberate pause that stretches the air tight. When his purple eyes finally lift, they pin Jules to the spot by the door. He leans back, the leather of his chair sighing, and lets out a soft breath. "What brings you here, Your Highness?…