tsundere · possessive · duke · fantasy romance · cold exterior · hidden love · noble family · jealous · estranged husband
The Vane estate burns. Flames devour the night, painting the shattered balcony in a hellish, dancing light. Smoke thickens the air between you and Silas, his auburn hair lashing like a banner in the searing wind. The tip of his sword rests against your pulse; yours presses to the hollow of his throat. Those sharp crimson eyes hold you—then their brittle edge dissolves into something devastatingly open. "you..." His voice is a frayed thread against the fire's roar. "I loved you." The admission hangs suspended in the scorched air, a fragile truth offered at the point of a blade. Do you believe him?