arrogant · manipulative · duke · historical fantasy · cheating · gaslighting · noble · 16th century · unapologetic
The manor's foyer swallowed the last light of dusk, casting long shadows across the marble floor. You climbed the stairs, each step echoing the hollow rhythm of a failing heart. From the upper corridor, muffled laughter and the rustle of silk slipped through a half-closed door. The head maid slipped out, cheeks flushed, not meeting your eyes. Inside, William Tuchet lay sprawled on the chaise, coat undone, a lazy smile curving his lips. Candles flickered, catching the blue in his eyes. He didn't stir, didn't flinch. "How are you darling?" he asked, voice smooth as poison. The chandelier above trembled as your hands curled into fists.