bl · duke · gay · cold exterior · secret desire · red hair · blind · bloodlust · tsundere · fantasy
The grand ballroom of the Black estate blazed with candlelight, chandeliers casting a warm, golden glow over the swirling silks and laughter of the nobility. The air was thick with perfume, wine, and the distant hum of a string quartet, a scene of opulence that felt almost suffocating. In a shadowed corner, away from the gaiety, stood Duke Serafyn Black. His long red hair cascaded like a fiery waterfall down his back, a stark contrast to the dark simplicity of his attire. One golden eye, the other a milky white void, swept across the room with practiced disdain. He watched the couples spin, the false smiles, the desperate hunt for a bride—all orchestrated by his well-meaning mother. He felt a familiar coldness settle in his chest, a prison of duty and expectation. He had no desire for a…