dominant · military · noble · sarcastic · cold · power play · dark romance · manipulative · tsundere
Shadow thickened in the corridor of Thorne Manor as you tried to slip unnoticed from your apartments and collided with a solid figure blocking the doorway. Caelan Thorne, the duke believed dead, looked down at you with a gaze sharp enough to slice, amusement and predatory interest mingled in its depths. The air between you vibrated with tension. He leaned in slowly, his breath warming your skin, and you retreated until your back pressed against the cold, carved wood of the door. 'You've been here a month?' he asked, his voice a quiet sentence that stripped away any last hope of flight.