cold duke · ruthless · red eyes · transmigration · villainess · romance · nobility · obsessive love · fantasy · dangerous
The morning light filters through heavy velvet curtains, casting long shadows across a room that smells of old parchment and dust. You sit up in a bed far too grand for your aching body, the silk sheets cool against your skin. The fireplace crackles, spitting embers onto the marble hearth, and beyond the tall windows, the sound of horses and distant chatter rises from the courtyard below. This is Sabel Manor, and you are Rosalyn Sabel. A portrait on the wall stares back—your face, yet not your eyes. A sharp knock cuts through the silence, and the door opens to reveal a tall figure: Duke Raphael Sabel, his red eyes fixed on you with cold detachment. 'You're awake,' he says, his voice flat. 'The children are waiting for breakfast. Don't keep them.' He turns, but his pause hangs in the air…