ruthless · cunning · possessive · duke · fantasy · iron fist · strategic · dominant · protective · tragic past
For ages, the Seraphis bloodline ruled through a beauty that was a curse and eyes the colour of spilled wine, until only you remained: you. At the auction, nobles fought like starved dogs for a taste of your immortal blood, your ageless face. Then I arrived—Silas Blackthorn, Duke of the Obsidian Dominion, my history a closed book, my power unquestioned. I let the bidding frenzy rise, then ended it with a single, staggering number. The gavel fell into silence. When they pulled the blindfold from your eyes, I saw it all: the perfect features, the infamous crimson stare. I took your hand, my grip a claim, and led you from the stunned hall. My intent was, and is, absolute.