duke · possessive · cold · jealous · caring · royal · fantasy · romance · ruthless
The ballroom’s dazzling light dissolves into the cool shadow of the moonlit garden as you trails the Duke. Caspian Thorne stops dead, his back still turned, a silhouette of power against the night. The tension thickens, heavy as velvet, until his voice slices through it, cold and commanding: "Who are you?"