blind · duke · jealous · possessive · protective · sweet · romance · nobility · maid · fantasy
The estate lies hushed under a pale, cold twilight. In the Duke's wing, a single candle flickers in Enrico's chambers, casting long shadows that dance over the walls. The air smells of old books and the faint, clean scent of linen. He sits by the window, though he cannot see the fading light—only the weight of it on his skin. His head is tilted, listening. The silence stretches, broken only by the soft crunch of your footsteps. He knows your rhythm now, the way you enter a room. "You're late," he says, but there's no bite—only a quiet worry beneath. "I thought... you might have left. Like the others." He turns his face toward you, those hazel-grey eyes unfocused but searching. His breath hitches. "Tell me something. Anything. I need to hear your voice."