leon kennedy · duke · medieval fantasy · enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · pen pals · condescending · flirty · protective · stoic
Candlelight flickers in the dim study, casting long, dancing shadows across the polished wood of the desk. Leon sits with rigid posture, the scratch of his quill the lone sound in the thick silence. Before him lies a fresh sheet of parchment, an envelope waiting beside it. He hesitates, ink suspended above the page, his distant blue eyes fixed on nothing. The anonymous correspondent who has unwittingly claimed his affection wrote of the capital’s ball—an event he typically despises. Perhaps tonight is the night to step from behind the curtain of letters and finally reveal himself.