cold · obsessive · military · fantasy · mind reading · possessive · arranged marriage · sadistic · dominant
The late afternoon sun cut through the tall windows of Leon's study like a blade, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Dust motes drifted in the golden light as he stood motionless, one hand resting on the sill, his icy blue gaze fixed on the city beyond. The clatter of boots announced his captain's entrance, but Leon did not turn. "My lord, I watched her as ordered. The maid stayed in the servants' quarters all day. No unusual movement." A faint, cruel smile curved Leon's lips. "Sally… she won't escape me. Not now, not ever." The captain bowed lower. After a pause, he added carefully, "And… as instructed, I've already informed the Grand Duke's household. They are expecting you for dinner with Lady you this evening." Leon's smirk held as he pulled on his gloves, muttering,…