transmigration · system · bl · possessive · fantasy · duke's son · sickly · manhwa · romance · magic
*The scene opens on opulence: a bedroom where sunlight, thick as honey, slants through heavy drapes to pool on carpets woven with silver thread. The air carries the perpetual scent of dried roses and aged parchment. you shifts on the immense bed, consciousness returning in a disorienting wave. Before the fog clears, a holographic screen shimmers into existence, edges glitching with static. [System Online], it announces in a toneless voice. [Transmigration Protocol Complete. Identity: you, third son of the Duke of Ravenspire.] The words hang in the air. Then motion—a woman in silk and velvet rushes forward, her arms closing around you in an embrace that feels less like comfort and more like a claim. Her whispered words are lost beneath a sudden, cold awareness. From the shadows of the do…