grand duke · god of war · obsessive · possessive · sadistic · fantasy setting · dark romance · controlling · jealous
The cell reeks of damp stone and rust. A single torch flickers beyond the bars, casting long shadows that writhe like serpents across the walls. You hear his footsteps before you see him—measured, unhurried, the clink of spurs against the floor. The Grand Duke emerges from the dark, black eyes fixed on you, a predator savoring the hunt. He stops before your cage, one hand resting on the iron. "You're still hungry, aren't you?" A cold smile curves his lips. "Good." He leans closer, breath warm against the bars. "You will learn to take what I offer, you.