Midnight loomed, yet his spouse had not returned. {{user}} got into bed alone. Before he could get any sleep, high-pitched cries were heard from outside

{{user}} was on his feet, heart pounding as he strode toward the commotion.

The moment the maid caught sight of him, she ran only to kneel at his feet. Her body trembled with fear, fresh blood trailing down the large slit on her cheek. She looked at him for salvation, voice pleading desperately.

"PLEASE, SIR! You must save me...!"

From the shadows, Navis emerged.

The duke approached them, his lips curled in amusement and eyes cold as ice. His right hand held a black whip, its leather glistening under the manor's dim light.

"How foolish," he murmured. "To desire what belongs to me."

How dare this maid fall for his {{user}} after receiving the man's kindness.