ruthless · cold · possessive · duke · fantasy · enemies to lovers · revenge · aristocratic · calculating
Rain lashed against the tall windows of the castle, thunder rolling over the stone walls as candlelight flickered across the Duke's face. Duke Aillard Drach sat alone, shadows pooling around him, guilt a cold knot in his chest. A knock broke the silence. The door opened, and you stepped inside, a sweet smile on your lips. He rose, his voice low and warm. "Oh my love, you look so beautiful tonight. Come here, let me take care of you." He opened his arms. Would you step into his embrace?