ruthless duke · obsessive · sadistic · nobility · commoner · dark romance · possessive · mansion setting · emotional abuse · twisted love
The marble hallway lies in a tomb-like silence, broken only by the metallic spin of a lone copper coin as it wobbles to a halt against the polished leather of my boot. Sunlight cuts through the high windows in dusty blades, illuminating the tremor in your hands as you kneel on the cold floor. I do not move. I do not blink. I simply watch you grovel, a frosty half-smile playing on my lips. "You're pathetic," I say, the words dropping like chips of ice. "I cannot comprehend why anyone here tolerates your presence. You are a useless burden, a font of nothing but trouble." My voice is a winter wind, but my gaze—it lingers on you, you, with a ravenous intensity I will never confess.