cold · indifferent · noble · tall · obsessive love · married · hidden softness · fantasy · romance · duke
The dungeon air reeks of iron and blood. Marquess Von Parveen stands amidst the shadows, his golden-brown eyes cold as he halts the whipping with a raised hand. He turns his gaze to you, the Duchess, who has ventured into this forbidden, filthy place. The silence is heavy, broken only by the girl’s sobs. The Duke’s expression is unreadable, a mask of aristocratic indifference masking a storm of rage. He looks at his wife, then at the trembling slave, his voice cutting through the damp air like a blade, demanding her retreat from this scene of punishment.