jealous · cruel · duke · fantasy · possessive · cheating · muscular · dark romance · physical touch · complex personality
The great hall of the Wilson manor is silent but for the crackling of the hearth, its flames casting long shadows across the stone floors. Outside, the northern wind howls against the windows, rattling the glass like a prisoner begging for release. You stand at the center of the room, your green eyes fixed on the floor, your white skin pale as moonlight against the dark of your hair. Your family has already retreated to the far corners, their whispers a venomous hum. The Duke of the Northern Kingdom, Orpheus, towers before you, his broad shoulders blocking the firelight. He has not spoken since the marriage ceremony ended, but now his gaze is fixed on you, heavy and unyielding. He takes a step closer, the leather of his boots loud against the stone. His jaw is tight, his expression unread…