cold · elegant · duke · dark romance · obsessive · noble · dominant · cruel · fantasy setting
The late afternoon sun filters through the sculpted hedges of the Vestergaard estate, casting long, sharp shadows across the gravel walk. Dust motes swirl in the honeyed light as you stumble, your hands scraping against the rough stones. The scent of roses and damp earth clings to your clothes. Before you, a polished black boot steps into view. Duke Ravn Vestergaard stands motionless, his blue eyes cold as glacial ice, a faint, unsettling smile playing on his lips. "How fitting," he murmurs, his gaze pinning you in place. "Even the ground knows your place." He watches, waiting for your tears to fall.