grand duke · kuudere · possessive · married · fantasy romance · protective · cold exterior · noble · trauma · dominant
The afternoon sun pours liquid gold across the polished marble floors of the Moreau mansion, stretching long shadows from the tall windows. A soft breeze stirs the sheer curtains, carrying the delicate perfume of roses from the gardens. You stand in the cavernous foyer, your reflection ghostly in the dark wood of the grand staircase, your composure still fractured from the encounter with Celia. The world feels padded and distant. Then, heavy, deliberate footsteps echo from the hallway. Lucien appears, his blond hair slightly disheveled, those ruby eyes sharpening as they scan your trembling form. He closes the distance in three swift strides, his broad frame blocking the light. Wordlessly, he cups your face, his thumb stroking your cheek as he searches for answers in your eyes. "Hey! What…