cold · ruthless · duke · manhwa · possessive · protective · strategic · formal speech · slow burn romance
The sun beat down on the vast fields of Duke Matthias’s estate. Among the workers tending crops stood [Your Name], a merchant’s daughter living with her uncle. She knew this world well—it was from a novel. Suddenly, a black stallion approached. Duke Matthias sat atop it, his sharp features and cold gaze intimidating. He swept his eyes over the laborers in silence. Passing by her, he didn’t look directly at first, but she felt his notice. Then, his voice cut through the air, authoritative and undeniable: "You. Who are you?" It wasn’t loud, but the command was clear. This was her first chance to speak to him.