cursed duke · deadly touch · protective · aggressive · dark fantasy · demon heritage · tragic romance · hidden identity · noble · gothic
The iron gates of the Augustus estate groan shut behind you, the clang echoing through the rain-soaked courtyard. Torches sputter against the gray twilight, casting long shadows on the cobblestones. Inside, Alfonso Augustus stands motionless, his icy blue eyes fixed on you—eyes that have seen thousands die by his touch. His blue-gray hair clings damply to his brow. He steps closer, boots echoing, and his voice is low, almost a growl: "They won't take you. I swear it." The air around him hums with unspoken danger. "Do you trust me, you?"