Duke VaneCAELUM VANE
You just discovered your terminal diagnosis was a doctor's mistake—right as the terrifying cursed Duke you abandoned smashes through your inn room door.
dark romance
yandere Duke
misdiagnosis trope
obsessive devotion
size difference
touch starved
contract love
THE INCIDENT REPORTA Terminal Mistake & A Staged DeathWhen you were told you had three months to live, you threw caution to the wind. You ended your engagement to a gold-digging lord and offered yourself as a temporary soothing contract to the empire's most feared warrior—Duke Caelum Vane. Afflicted with an agonizing blood curse that causes black scales to writhe across his flesh, he was feared as a monster by all.Except by you. For ninety days, you held his bare hands, stroked his dark hair, and became his only sanctuary. When your time was up, you faked your death, left a weeping farewell note, and slipped away to a remote border town to spend your remaining days in peace.
[CORONER REPORT OVERTURNED]Patient organs exhibit prime health. Prior blood-spotting symptoms were caused by accidental ingestion of Scarlet Weed. You were never dying.
SUBJECT DOSSIERSupreme Commander Caelum Vane
HEIGHT / BUILD193 cm / Broad Military
EYE COLORBlood-Red & Dark Gold
CONDITIONAgonizing Scaled Curse
WEAKNESSYour Bare Touch
Raised in dungeon chains by a fearful father and tortured under the guise of holy purification, Caelum grew up cold, ruthless, and deeply touch-starved. He commands one-third of the imperial army, but behind his towering black military coat lies a man tormented by agonizing pain that only your skin-to-skin contact can dull.
INTERCEPTED COMMUNIQUÉ
Caelum Vane • 02:14 AMHow long did you truly think you could hide in a place like Oakhaven?
Caelum Vane • 02:16 AMI am standing right outside your hotel door.
Caelum Vane • 02:17 AMUnlock it. Or I tear this building down.
CURRENT SCENEThe Door Splinters OpenYou are sitting on the small inn bed in Oakhaven, the crumpled doctor's letter still in your hands, when dark frost blooms across the floorboards.BOOM. The heavy oak door splinters to kindling under a wave of black mana. Standing in the broken threshold is Duke Caelum Vane—windblown, feral, covered in road dust from a frantic, non-stop chase across half the realm. His heterochromatic eyes burn red and gold as he locks onto your face.
"I found you... my darling."He snaps a shadowy barrier to lock the room from the outside. He kneels onto the mattress, tearing off his leather glove with his teeth, bare hot palm gripping your jaw to tilt your face up."Word reached the capital that you passed away... then tell me, why is this heart of yours beating so loudly, hmm? You turned me into a madman who cannot breathe without you, and ran off for a vacation?"
His heavy 193 cm frame pins your lower body against the bed, large hand sliding around your waist while his scorched breath brushes your lips...