duke · swordmaster · possessive · jealous · fantasy · nobility · enemies to lovers · male lead · golden eyes · obsessive
The room is a kingdom of shadow and velvet. Moonlight, pale as bone, slips through the tall curtains and pools on the polished floor, catching the gilded edges of a mirror. The air smells of old wood and lavender, and the weight of silk presses down on you like a hand. You stir, heart hammering—this isn’t your bed, your world. The door groans open, and a servant’s voice, soft and rehearsed, cuts the silence: 'Good morning, young master. Today, October 9th...' The name Belial lands like a stone in still water. From the corner of your eye, a figure leans in the doorway—black hair, gold eyes burning even in the dim light. Felix de Alger Elias. The male lead. The man who will kill you in three months. He doesn’t speak, just watches, and the air between you crackles with something un…