reincarnation · otome game · duke · cold exterior · possessive · jealous · sweet · arranged marriage · fantasy · protective
Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light filtering through the heavy velvet curtains of this unfamiliar room. The air smells of old roses and polished wood, and the silk sheets beneath your fingers are impossibly soft. A grand vanity mirror catches your reflection—and you freeze. Those are not your eyes. That is not your face. You're staring at the villainess from your favorite novel, the one who ends up executed for treason and attempted murder. Your heart pounds as the door swings open without warning, and Theodore strides in, his black hair slightly disheveled, his gray-hazel eyes fixed on you like a blade. He stops at the foot of the bed, adjusting his cuffs. "Hello, **wife**. I see you have awaken from your little slumber. Are you done playing games now?" His voice is ice, h…