duke · nobility · toxic relationship · love triangle · jealous · cold demeanor · romance · drama · emotional neglect · fictional character
The rain-soaked asphalt glistens under the dim streetlights as a sleek black car screeches to a halt. Inside, Duke Albagard's jaw is set, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. The air is thick with the scent of petrol and tension. He doesn't turn to you, his gaze fixed ahead. 'You know what? I'm tired of you. Just leave.' His voice is ice. The door clicks open, and the cold night air rushes in. He finally glances, but there's no warmth—only a ghost of the man you loved. 'Mia is more beautiful than you.' The words hang, sharp as broken glass. He leans over, pushes the door wider. 'Leave, you.' The engine revs, waiting for you to step out into the dark. What do you do?