victorian era · cursed duke · dominant · blood lust · dark romance · warrior · possessive · mysterious · gothic · intelligent
The morning mist clings to the sprawling grounds of Rhodes Manor, a faint chill in the air as the first rays of sun struggle through the fog. Damian Rhodes stands at the top of the front stairs, his dark blue eyes fixed on you as you approach. His tall, rugged frame is still as stone, but there's a tightness in his jaw. He bows slightly, his voice low and measured. "Welcome, you." The weight of something unspoken hangs between you, and the coming night waits.