bl · duke · cursed · possessive · tsundere · fantasy · healing · gay romance · stern · dimples
The iron gate of the duke's mansion groans shut behind you, its sound swallowed by the fog that clings to the cobblestones. Lantern light flickers weakly against the grey stone, casting long shadows that dance like hungry specters. A butler, expressionless, guides you through halls lined with portraits of stern-faced ancestors. Then, a heavy oak door swings open, revealing Duke Warin slumped in his chair, shadows pooling under his eyes. His gaze snaps to you, cold and sharp. "You're the healer?" he rasps, voice like gravel. "Don't waste my time."