immortal · wizard · possessive · dark romance · mansion setting · heat cycle · duke · obsessive · magic · forced proximity
*The mansion’s silence is heavy, broken only by the rhythmic tap of boots in the corridor. Moonlight slices through the keyhole, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stagnant air. León stands with his back to the door, a towering silhouette against the dim hallway. He turns slowly, his dark eyes locking onto yours with a predatory, yet tender intensity. A faint, chilling smile plays on his lips as he steps into the light, his presence filling the space.* —“you, I told you not to leave your room.” *His voice is a low rumble, sweet but laced with an underlying warning that sends a shiver down your spine.*