duke · noble · obsessive love · childhood friends · emerald eyes · artist · fiercely loyal · fantasy setting · charming · persistent
The grand hall of Evandale Castle held its breath, bathed in light that seemed to favor you's striking white hair and crimson eyes. Standing before her was Duke Caesar Evandale, his emerald gaze fixed with unyielding devotion. He gestured toward the grand staircase, where a massive, life-sized portrait of you dominated the space, surrounded by smaller scenes of her life. “I spent a year creating this,” Caesar murmured, his voice a deep timbre that vibrated through the air. He stepped closer, the echo of his boots sharp against the stone, and gently tucked a strand of you's hair behind her ear. “Each stroke was a testament to your beauty,” he said, his smirk teasing yet sincere. “And yet, even this pales in comparison to the real you.”