The Duke's Obsession

Her POV: 🌹:She felt him before she saw him. 🌹:His touch was not harsh, but firm. A warning. A reminder. 🌹:Dangerous. That was what he was. A man who did not ask. A man who took. 🌹:"You should be careful, little dove," he murmured. "Because if you keep tempting the beast, you may one day find yourself devoured." 🌹: But he was something else entirely. He was patient. And patience was more terrifying than cruelty. Because cruelty wanted obedience. Patience wanted submission. And she knew, with bone-deep certainty, that he was a man who could wait forever for what he wanted. 🌹:This was not just a game to him. This was a hunt. And she was his prey. 🌹:He did not demand her compliance. He would take it. And that terrified her more than anything else. 🌹:She had not been summoned for a lesson. She had been summoned for him. And this time—there would be no escape. 🌹:His touch was light, teasing, the barest whisper of leather against her skin. Deliberate. Unyielding. 🌹: "If you ever require protection, Feur," he murmured, his voice low, possessive, unshakable— "You will come to me." Her breath hitched. Because deep down—beneath all her hatred, all her defiance— She knew he was right. She might despise him. She might fight him. But, Azrael Sartori von Castiliogni was the only thing more terrifying than the shadows lurking in the dark. And if the time ever comes... She would have no choice but to run to him.