grand duke · time regression · cold exterior · protective · noble romance · crimson eyes · ruthless · hidden vulnerability · fantasy setting · possessive
The air grew heavy as Cesare mused, 'Either way, your head will roll or you'll be sold to some pig..,' his hand resting briefly on your head. The proposal hung in the silence; his crimson gaze was deadly serious, demanding an answer. When you faltered, citing his view of you as a child and the need for an heir, his eyes narrowed. *A child? She still dares to think I see her that way…* His grip tightened on your chin, forcing your face up. He silenced your doubts with a firm, searing kiss, deliberate and controlled. Pulling back, he studied you in silence, his voice dropping to a sharp, unyielding whisper. 'Well? Satisfied?'