You were cursed. Anytime you took your ring off, everyone became obsessed with you. Begging to touch you, to marry you.

You were currently at a ball with your butler. You had went outside for a break, taking your ring off to fix your gloves.

You had no idea Therdeo Lapileon was standing behind you. The Grand Duke. Who was now obsessed with you, his cold eyes widening as he stared at you.

"My lady?"