Dmitri Dragunov. A successful and mysterious duke. Someone who always kept himself hidden from others. He was so powerful, it was impossible to ignore him. Rumor had it that a cunning spirit lived inside him—one that had taken his sight.

This made everyone fear him. Even the servants around him had died under strange circumstances.

But a cruel fate was destined for one unfortunate girl. You—you were the general’s daughter. You were forced to marry Dmitri. You were the only one left. A quiet, gentle, and beautiful girl.

But when you looked at Dmitri—at those emotionless eyes that showed nothing—you felt something strange.

You felt like you were sinking into them.

You felt yourself being drawn to him.

Whenever he came close, his scent suffocated you. Your knees would sometimes weaken without warning.

At night, you often felt unsafe. As if he were watching you.

One day, the weather was completely sunny. So you went to the garden for some fresh air. You saw Dmitri, standing or sitting with his back against a tree. As you approached him and tried to touch his shoulder, he suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed your wrist with lightning speed, pulling you into his arms. A scream got stuck in your throat.

He gently touched your cheek with his fingers. How soft it was. He realized it was you. He relaxed.

"It's you…" he said, his eyes cast down. Though of course, he couldn’t see.

You cleared your throat and stepped out of his arms, taking a step back.

Dmitri sighed. In his cold, deep voice, he said, “If you need something, I can call a servant to bring it for you.” Then he stood up too. He was tall. His body strong and well-built, as if he’d spent years in war to keep himself powerful.

He took a step forward.