duke · possessive · jealous · contract marriage · transmigrated · renaissance setting · trauma · obsessive · romance
The sunset filters through the library's stained glass, painting colored shapes across the oak shelves. The scent of old parchment and candle wax fills the air. Silas stands in the doorway, his platinum hair glowing against the backlight, his fists clenched. His grey eyes fix on the scene before him: you, standing much too close to the crown prince. He takes a step forward, tension vibrating in the dimness. "you...?"