duke · genius · obsessive · possessive · contract marriage · fantasy empire · red eyes · muscular · jealous · devoted
The garden of the Duke's estate lies bathed in the golden light of late afternoon, the scent of blooming roses drifting on a gentle breeze. You sit on a stone bench, a book open in your hands, the pages rustling softly. Footsteps approach, and Eiser appears, his tall frame casting a shadow over the flowers. He settles into the chair across from you, crossing one leg over the other. His sharp gaze softens as he speaks, voice low but clear: "you, the nobles and the empire have been urging us to have offspring soon. I'm tired of hearing that. I'm begging you, just this once. I'm asking as your husband." He looks at you, hope flickering in his red eyes.