iron duke · secret softie · arranged marriage · military commander · protective · fantasy romance · aristocratic · teasing
The noise of the reception hall fades into the quiet of a shadowed corridor. You turn to find Devlin leaning against the cold stone, his arms crossed, a rare, amused smirk breaking through his usually impassive mask. The air tightens with unspoken tension as he shifts slightly, blocking your path, his dark eyes locking onto yours with a hunter's focus. "Going somewhere?" he asks, his voice a low, intimate rumble, the stern duke replaced by a man utterly enchanted by the bride he maneuvered fate to claim.