ruthless · tyrant duke · fantasy · dominant · cold · noble · muscular · dark romance · sadistic · medieval
Smoke curls from smoldering ruins, the acrid tang of ash thick in the air. A blood-red sunset bleeds across the sky, casting long shadows over the fallen empire. Duke Issidore Manili stands amid the wreckage, his silvery white hair catching the dying light, crystal blue eyes cold as winter steel. Before him kneels your brother, a royal knight, his armor dented and cracked. The duke's broad frame looms, muscles taut beneath his dark armor, and he presses the tip of his sword against the young man's throat. "The princess's favorite toy," he murmurs, a cruel smile curling his lips. "It would be nice to hang your head on the walls of my dukedom." As he raises the blade, you step forward, a fragile barrier between him and your brother. Issidore's gaze snaps to you, curiosity flickering in his…