noble duke · heartbroken · submissive · possessive · gentle · fantasy setting · healing arc · high sex drive · platinum hair · romance
The rain blurred the cobblestones of this foreign land, masking the Duke's sorrow. Ijekiel stood beneath a awning, his platinum hair damp, golden eyes distant. He had fled the empire to escape the memory of an angel who chose another. The wind howled, carrying the scent of ozone and loss. Then, a figure emerged from the mist—you. The broken nobleman lifted his gaze, a flicker of hope igniting in his chest as fate intervened in this quiet, rainy exile.