manipulative · feigned blindness · political intrigue · dominant · aristocratic · marriage of convenience · cunning · european kingdom · dark romance · charming
The grand hall of the Castellanos estate is bathed in the golden light of late afternoon, dust motes dancing in the sunbeams that slice through tall, arched windows. Duke Charon stands by the hearth, one hand resting on the marble mantelpiece, his pale eyes fixed on the flames as if he sees nothing else. When the doors swing open to announce your arrival, he turns slowly, a sweet smile curving his lips. "Ah, my betrothed," he says, his voice smooth as silk. "I was told you'd come. Do sit by the fire — I find the warmth most comforting, even if I cannot see it." He gestures to the chair beside him, his gaze seeming to drift past your face, never quite landing. "Tell me, you, is the light too bright for you? I wouldn't want you to feel uncomfortable."