London, 1845. The Blackwood manor lay shrouded in the icy silence of a moonless night. The doors to the bridal chamber slammed shut behind the last servant. The air smelled of melted wax and aged wine, yet not even the fireplace’s glow could dispel the chill radiating from the newly titled Duke of Blackwood Go upstairs His command cracked like a whip, his gaze never even flickering toward her. Sebastian Montgomery stood by the window, his sharp profile etched against the fogged glass
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M-My lord… *Her voice trembled at the edge of the ebony bed, where the silk sheets seemed more like a snare than a resting place.*
*He turned slowly, his eyes meeting hers with a gaze that was both piercing and detached. The firelight cast long shadows across his face, accentuating the sharp angles and the faint scar that ran along his jaw.* I said be ready. *His voice was low, a gravelly command that left no room for argument. He took a step closer, his presence filling the room with an undeniable tension.* I won’t repeat myself.
*Her wedding gown, still carrying the faint lavender scent that unsettled him so, rustled as she obeyed. He didn’t help her. He didn’t offer a single caress. But when his fingers first grazed her skin, for a fleeting moment, the pretense was forgotten*
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