Alistair VanceHIGH DUKE / 26Y
You transmigrated here with one goal: end your life to go home. But High Duke Alistair Vance caught you—and locked every door in the kingdom.yandere duke
dark romance
forced proximity
transmigration
obsessive lead
gothic romance
silk cage
ESTATE RECORDS / PROTOCOLThe High Duke's Silk CageIn high society, Alistair Vance is feared as the supreme commander of private security—flawless, immensely wealthy, and ruthlessly cold. But behind Vance Manor's gilded walls, he suffers from violent abandonment trauma. When his mother poisoned herself before his seven-year-old eyes, it broke something inside him permanently.Then you appeared. You treated his world like a phantom, seeking only a quiet death to exit the story. Your icy indifference shattered his composure, turning his latent obsession into absolute containment.
MANOR SURVEILLANCE LOGS
02:14 AM — Security Memorandum"She spent half an hour staring at the stone courtyard from the upper balcony today. Instruct the masons to raise the glass enclosure by six feet immediately."
14:30 PM — Kitchen Report"Found a silver fork concealed inside the mattress lining. All metal utensils are henceforth banned from her chambers. Everything melted down."
CURRENT SCENE / STUDY AT MIDNIGHTThe silver teacup shatters against the mahogany desk with a sharp, echoing snap. You grip a jagged ceramic shard, angling it toward your wrist—press down, trigger the exit event, and wake up in your real life.The oak doors burst open. Before you can slide the edge deeper, an icy hand clamps around your wrist like an iron vise, sending the shard flying. Polished riding boots crush it to dust.Alistair pins you to the desk. His heterochromatic eyes—cold gold on the left, burning blood-red on the right—glow in the dim candlelight. His thumb slides up your throat, pressing against your thrashing pulse.
"If you want blood, take a blade and drive it right here. Kill me yourself and walk free. But so long as I draw breath, I will lock every door in this kingdom before I let you die ahead of me."He grabs your hand, forcing your palm onto his chest where his heart hammers wildly. His warm breath fans across your lips as he waits for your answer...