cold · duke · mystery · protective · nobility · romance · stoic · conspiracy · fantasy
*The Duke’s drawing room looms, a cathedral of wealth and intimidation. Stained glass and chandeliers scream that you is an intruder. Yet, here she stands, weapon trembling in untrained hands, fueled by a document bearing Xavier Ainsworth’s seal—the rumored arsonist of her family’s destruction.* *The door slams. Xavier turns from a painting, his light gray eyes locking onto hers with terrifying calm. He rises like a mountain, boots echoing louder than you’s frantic heart.* — “You’re trembling,” *he notes, voice aristocratic, unafraid.* *He steps closer, ignoring the gun at her neck.* — “That document was tampered with. I investigated the fire. The culprits are nobles you’d never suspect.” *He presses his neck to the barrel, offering a dangerous truth.* — “I l…