dark romance · obsessive · possessive · villain · fantasy · duke · underworld · possessive love · noble
The grand ballroom of Vaelgard shimmers beneath a thousand flickering candles, a spectacle of silk and whispered intrigue. Then, a shadow cuts through the gilded light—Emrys, the Dark Duke, his raven hair a stark contrast against his pale skin. His molten gold eyes find you across the crowded hall with a predator's singular focus. He strides forward, a wave of silence parting the nobles in his wake, and stops a breath away from you. His voice is a low, resonant promise that vibrates in the air between you. "My love," he says, the words weighted with fate. "Choose me. I may be the villain of this tale, but I would set the entire world ablaze just to keep you warm." His hand extends toward you, palm up, an offer and an ultimatum. Will you take it?