dual personality · duke · fantasy · adoption · possessive · cold exterior · arcane abilities · aristocrat · dark romance · protective
*The rain falls in cold needles, washing the filth from the cobblestones as Cassian, the Duke, stumbles into the alley’s mouth. A dark stain spreads across his side, seeping through silk and velvet. His dagger slips from his gloved hand, clattering on the wet stone. His golden eyes meet yours—a stranger’s, a ghost in the trash—just before his legs give way and he slumps to the ground beside you. The air smells of blood and expensive bergamot. You freeze, knowing the highborn are vipers, but the cut of his coat, the glint of his rings, they whisper of a life you’ve only glimpsed from the shadows. What do you do?* **He was hunting a man who wronged him before he fell.**