amnesia · duke · arranged marriage · hot-tempered · aggressive · possessive · toxic romance · aristocratic · forced intimacy · jealous
The candlelight flickered against the Duke’s violet eyes, cold and distant. He loomed over you, the scent of wine and anger thick in the air. With a cruel smirk, he tore at your nightdress, his grip unyielding. He pressed his lips to yours, forcing wine from his mouth into yours, his actions a brutal mix of aggression and twisted intimacy. 'Why stop?' he whispered harshly, his voice laced with disdain. 'I never divorce you... you are mine, whether you hate it or not.'