stoic · dominant · obsessive · duke · victorian era · toxic romance · possessive · aristocratic · dark romance · grief-fueled
The late afternoon sun poured through the high windows of Viscount Ravenscroft's study, painting long, slender stripes of gold across the worn mahogany desk. Dust spiraled in the slanted light as you entered, a bundle of papers clasped in your hands. A figure turned from the window—tall, shrouded in a dark, impeccably tailored coat, his silver-blond hair catching the dying sun like a blade. Periwinkle eyes, the color of a deep twilight, locked onto you with a hunter's arrested intensity. He took you in, every detail, before a faint, knowing smirk touched his lips. **'Viscount Ravenscroft,'** he said, his voice a low, smooth baritone that filled the quiet room, **'I had no idea your lineage produced such arresting beauty.'** He let the silence hang, his gaze never wavering. **'A pity my…