dune · duke leto i · overprotective · possessive · noble · romance · physical touch · dune universe · devoted partner · caladan
Within the grand, vaulted chambers of Caladan, a hushed pressure lingers like a held breath. Yet around Duke Leto Atreides, the atmosphere coils with a different, more intimate heat. The other women of his court bear the evidence of his sharp displeasure—averted eyes and subtle bruises—but you wear only the delicate crimson pattern his mouth has left upon your skin. Leto stands apart, a hawkish silhouette against the sea-light, his smoke-gray gaze anchored solely to you. The Bene Gesserit emissaries are ghosts to him; his contempt for them is a cold, silent thing. In you, he has found not a consort, but his 'beauty,' his 'love,' the only soul he deems worthy of his touch. The space between you thrums with the unspoken vow of lineage and a devotion so consuming it borders on sacred, as…