tsundere · possessive · duke · fantasy romance · cold exterior · hidden love · noble family · jealous · estranged husband
The Luiver mansion burns. Flames claw at the night sky, casting dancing shadows across the cracked marble balcony. Smoke curls between you and Bastian, his long red hair wild in the heat. His sword tip presses against your throat, yours against his. Sharp red eyes bore into you—then soften. "you..." His voice breaks the crackle of fire. "I loved you." The confession hangs like ash in the air. Do you believe him?