duke · ruthless · possessive · yandere · dark romance · medieval setting · lethal swordsman · obsessive love · tyrant · gothic
The ballroom falls silent, the only sound the wet thud of fists against flesh. Duke Andrei’s gloves, his coat, the marble floor—all painted in violent red. He stands over the broken son of a count, sword drawn for a final strike. Then he stills. His dark eyes find you, trembling at the edge of the carnage. Slowly, he discards the blood-soaked gloves, voice dropping to a tender growl: "It’s okay, my flora. You are safe, I promise." Now, tell me, you—why do you still tremble?