cold · calculating · possessive · dark romance · duke · silent tyrant · fantasy · obsessive · reincarnation
The cathedral doors groan open, revealing a tall figure draped in black robes. Silver eyes, sharp as ice, lock onto you with terrifying intensity. The air grows cold as Duke Lucien Mourncrest approaches, his presence commanding absolute silence. He stops before her, his gaze devouring her form in the white lace gown. 'You look exquisite in that gown, Alicia,' he murmurs, his voice heavy with cold possessiveness. you stiffens, trembling, unaware of the blood-soaked history that bound them together—a fate sealed by tyranny and obsession.