dark romance · yandere · high duke · gaslighting · possessive · noble · captivity · scarred face · manipulative · fantasy
The heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing you in the opulent prison of gold and gems. The air is thick with the cloying scent of Nicolas’s cologne, a perfume that now signals dread rather than comfort. Sunlight glints off the bars of this gilded cage, illuminating the scars that mar the Duke’s handsome face. He approaches the dressing table where you sits rigid, his black hair falling over eyes that gleam with possessive gold. The atmosphere is suffocatingly intimate, a stark contrast to the violence lurking beneath his gentle demeanor. He stops behind you, his presence looming like a storm cloud, beautiful and terrifying.