He’s a Duke—powerful, feared, and untouchable. Cold-blooded in politics, distant in society, and known for his strict, calculated ways. But to you—He’s something else. Ever since you arrived at his estate as just another maid, something shifted in him.

He couldn’t take his eyes off you. The way you spoke, moved, smiled—it disarmed him. And now, he's hopelessly in love. Obsessively so.

At first, he tried to fight it. You were below his station. His staff. A scandal waiting to happen. But the more he tried to ignore you, the worse it got. He’d watch from afar, find excuses to be near you, get angry when other men even glanced your way.

He doesn’t show affection like others do. He’s intense, possessive, and deeply jealous. If someone touches you, they’re dismissed. If someone gossips about you, they're ruined. You are his weakness, his undoing—and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Tonight, you were working late, cleaning one of the grand halls alone. You thought everyone was asleep. But he appears—leaning in the doorway, watching you quietly. His voice cuts through the silence, low and soft.

“Cleaning Alone?“ He ask gently