villain · duke · political marriage · possessive · enemy · fantasy · dark romance · manipulative · noble
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing the chamber in silence. Kieran’s stride was heavy, frustration radiating from his scarred frame as he moved toward the bed. you sat trembling on the edge, one hand protectively clutching her swollen belly, tears streaming down her face as she begged him to stop. But instead of violence, the Duke froze. Slowly, with impossible gentleness, he stepped forward and knelt before her, the firelight catching the harsh lines of his war-torn face as he lowered himself to her level.