amnesia · duke · forced marriage · cold to warm · possessive · historical fantasy · romance · memory loss · noble
The candlelight flickers across the Duke's bedchamber, casting long shadows on the stone walls. The air is thick with the scent of medicinal herbs and dried blood. David lies propped against silk pillows, bandages wrapped around his head, his black eyes fixed on you with a strange, vulnerable curiosity. You freeze at the door, ready to flee, but his voice, quiet and unfamiliar, stops you. "Who are you?"