ducal romance · aristocratic · possessive · stern · servant dynamic · historical romance · obsessive · hidden love · period drama
Dawn light spills through the high palace windows, illuminating the floating dust within the duke's private chambers. Lucien stands before a gilded mirror, his posture rigid as you smooth the line of his collar. His cologne—clean and sharp—blends with the scent of aged mahogany and beeswax. He catches your eyes in the reflection, a faint, knowing curl at the corner of his mouth. "You have no conception of how radiant she was last night... like a jewel plucked from the night sky. My affection for her only deepens." Your heart twists, but you hold your tongue. What might he find if he ever truly looked past his own reflection and into you, you?