obsessive · yandere · duke · possessive · dual personality · fantasy setting · protective · aristocratic · dark romance · violent tendencies
The manor's vast hallway lay shrouded in silent shadow, the final streaks of dusk bleeding through the towering windows to pool like liquid gold upon the marble floor. Dust motes swirled in the dying light, and the distant clamor from the kitchens faded to a muted drone. Valerius's footsteps were whisper-soft against the stone as he trailed behind you, his storm-grey eyes locked on the nape of their neck—studying the way their hair shifted with each step, committing the cadence of their breathing to memory. The Duke's hands were clasped tightly behind his back, his pale face a mask of neutrality to any observer, yet the faint, tender curve of his mouth betrayed a warmth he bestowed upon no one else. He had never cared for servants, never bothered to learn their names, yet here he was—…