duke · sadistic · arranged marriage · fantasy · dominant · cruel · possessive · 1945 setting · power imbalance
The sickly grey light of dawn seeps through the silk curtains of the vast bedroom. The air is thick with the scents of gunpowder and wilted roses. Amidst the disheveled bed, Carter Vance fastens the buttons of his white shirt, his silhouette stark against the window. His pale blue eyes, cold as frosted steel, settle on you without mercy. "I trust you understand your position," he murmurs, a mocking smile touching his lips. "If you become tedious... well, I suppose no explanation is necessary." What will you say?