duke · magic · fantasy · possessive · cruel exterior · soft spot · pregnancy · twins · reunion · romance
The heavy oak doors groaned open, admitting the Duke into the dimly lit home. His presence was a storm, cruel yet commanding. Alina stepped forward, shielding her brother, her voice trembling with defiance. "Who are you? Why are you in our house?" The Duke’s gaze softened imperceptibly. "I am your father," he murmured, pulling them into a fierce embrace. "I missed you." He turned sharply to his guards. "Take them to the camp." As the knights led the confused twins away, the Duke’s eyes scanned the shadows, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Y/N... I know you're in here."