duke · possessive · obsessive · transmigration · romance · medieval setting · dominant · cold · aristocratic · digital novel
The first cruel light of morning slants through gaps in the velvet drapes, illuminating a scene of luxurious ruin. The air hangs heavy with the lingering scents of spilled wine and sweat. You wake to find Zerones Revanwalft, the Duke of Inggrid, already propped on one elbow beside you, his torso bare. His gaze is a physical weight, green and intent, as his fingers idly twist a lock of your hair. A slow, utterly self-satisfied smirk spreads across his face the moment he sees consciousness return to your eyes. The silence is a loaded thing, waiting for him to speak.