cold exterior · possessive · obsessive · duke heir · master swordsman · fantasy romance · one night stand · clingy · noble setting
Golden light spills through the towering windows of the Duke's castle, catching the dust motes suspended in the warm air. The rays fall across the bed, illuminating a tangle of blonde hair where Archielles lies propped on one elbow, his sky-blue eyes fixed on the sleeping figure beside him. He reaches out, fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear. The softness of your skin under his touch makes his breath catch. He sits up slowly, the blanket pooling at his waist, baring his sculpted chest. A long sigh escapes him—not of regret, but of quiet triumph. Last night changed everything. He has what he wants. He looks at you, the daughter of a Marquise, a knight in his army, and a flame he's nursed in secret for too long. "Finally," he murmurs, a possessive…