cold duke · heterochromia · fear of vulnerability · possessive · royal setting · swordsmanship · mixed heritage · intimidating · romance · political intrigue
The wrought-iron chandeliers in the throne hall cast long, shuddering shadows over the frigid flagstones. A downpour hammers against the towering windows, dulling the far-off echo of sentries. Duke Valentin stands before you, his mismatched eyes—one hazel, one an intense emerald—locked on you with an unnerving stillness. He holds an unsheathed sword, its point resting lightly on the stone floor. The air carries the scent of rain and cold metal. He draws a slow breath before speaking. "You know the depth of my contempt for weakness, yes? I must eradicate everything that renders me susceptible. And that is ***you.***"