#OC: duke

[vampiiric]

not sure if im gonna do artfight this year, but i made a ref for my guy duke anyways! he sucks and i love him <3

[ectodrool]

Pair of icons done for two of my characters who couldn't be more different from each other, Duke and Kai !

[dollnightfall]

The guys are ponies now!!

[Blue is Marten, pink is Duke]

[i-could-light-the-night-up]

rain, ares and duke!!!!! tbh out of all of them, duke is my bbg schmoopie

[write-kin]

Greasy Spoon

Finch has a bad time with the resident cannibal of Pike's Peak.

DISCLAIMER: i have covid and this was not beta'd at all.

CWs: burning, injury, kidnapping, torture (?), grievous misuse of the back of a fast food restaurant.

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“Let me guess,” Duke says, perched on the counter. Staring down at Finch with blue eyes that seem to reflect light just a little too much, “you never worked a customer service job in your life?” Finch pulls at his binds, not answering quite yet. He’s hogtied on the floor, head to the side so he can look up at that smug bastard sitting above him. 

“No, your girlfriend covered all the money you’d ever need. You moved in with her right out of high school, and she paid for your every whim.” He hops off the counter, walking around Finch, who is staring at his legs whenever they enter his field of vision. How the hell did he get here? No matter how he moves or how long he lays here, the tile floor of the dark kitchen he’s trapped in remains freezing cold on his chest. 

“Top surgery. Hormones. When you had to get your appendix removed. All paid for without having to think about it. You got an easy job at a multi-million dollar company. Cushy work in an office where everyone loved you. All you had to do was stay in her good graces, huh?” Finch’s attempt to respond is cut short by a heel in the small of his back. “And you still fucked that up.” “What’s your- your point here?” God, Finch hates how his voice shakes. He’s scared. Terrified for his life. And it shows, it shows like nothing else. He’s not ashamed of it. He’s not ashamed that he feels things, that he’s not infallible. 

No, what makes him hate it is how Duke laughs. Reaches down to grab the rope that connects Finch’s wrists and his ankles. For someone almost half a foot smaller than Finch and with far less visible muscle, he’s strong. Finch feels like little more than a bag of feathers as he’s dragged further back into the kitchen, with no regards for his physical discomfort. 

“All I wanted to point out was that you missed a fairly universal lesson learned in a small town like this.” One last sharp tug, and he stops moving. There’s a heat to one of his sides, but Finch is too scared to turn his head, to move himself to try to look at it. 

“You’re not making any sense.” “Finch. You can’t be that stupid.” Finch’s instincts scream at him to snap at Duke, to tell him he’s being purposefully obtuse to have some kind of faux-intellectual superiority. Instead, he shuts his trap and looks up at that smug face before Duke speaks again.

“Where are we?” “The back of a restaurant.” “Good, good. What does this restaurant serve?” “I don’t know. I haven’t been here in years.” Duke laughs a little, comments under his breath that if this was his restaurant, he’d have slit Finch’s throat for that sort of comment. 

“No,” he says, “luckily, we’re just in the back of some shitty chain burger place. If I killed you somewhere I owned, could you imagine the media circus? Nobody will miss this place once it shuts down after a dead body is found in it.” Through his terror, Finch thinks that Duke really seems to enjoy the sound of his own voice. 

Any thought he has after that is cut short, though, when something hits his back. 

His nerves refuse to register it at first. 

And then they do, and several pinpoints on his back are on fire. Burning. The heat seeps into him, and he can’t hold back the sharp gasp. The cry of pain. 

“Someone forgot to turn the fryers off,” Duke explains, a smug tone seeping into his voice, “which is unfortunate. A fire hazard.” 

Finch turns his head, trying to figure out what was going on. He was met with Duke holding the basket of a deep fryer, shaking it onto his back. The droplets hit his back. His arms, One flew onto his cheek. The pain took a moment to register to him, and when it did, he wished it hadn’t. 

Another. The last set hadn’t had a chance to cool off enough to stop hurting yet. He can’t see it, but Finch can feel those spots turning an angry red, rising up in burns. Some of them stop hurting, but there’s no solace in those, because the nerves have simply stopped responding. 

Instinctively, he tries to pull himself out of the position, the ropes around his wrists and ankles chafing as he tried to pull out. 

Another. More this time, harsher, some on his neck, some on the rope burns he’d just created. Finch screamed, and only earned himself the heel of Duke’s sneaker in his back again, pressing into the burns and making it worse. 

Another. Another. Another. One after the other, Duke’s expression a lazy contentment as Finch loses himself, his voice, his mind in all of the screaming and sobbing and begging. He doesn’t know how long it’s been. Just that every time there’s more, every time it’s worse and there’s never enough of a break to calm down or to brace himself.

He’d tried to confront a cannibalistic serial killer on his own. What the hell did he think would happen, Finch chides himself? An apology? “Oh, sorry, you’re right, I’ll stop kidnapping and eating people.”

Finch is sobbing, and shaking, and when he looks up, through bleary eyes, at Duke, he’s met with a smile. A hand in his hair, pulling his head up. 

“Oh, you look nice like this. Were you going to tell me you looked so handsome when you cried?” 

He can’t respond. His voice is long gone, somewhere with his confidence and self-respect. 

“You’ve been through a lot. But I think I’ve come to like you. Tell you what. You survive this, maybe I’ll keep you. You don’t, and I leave your body here to be found tomorrow morning. Okay?” Duke clearly takes the strangled noise Finch makes as an okay. 

He sets the fry basket down on the floor in front of Finch, and all Finch can hear is some clanking behind him before Duke makes a noise of approval. 

And then, the sound of boiling oil on hot metal. This time, it’s not droplets. It’s a sauce-pan, which Finch unfortunately and unceremoniously finds out when he’s met with a wave of burning, scalding pain. His arms instinctively jerk, which only serves to make the entire situation several times worse. 

It’s hot pain, and then the feeling of his head hitting the tile floor, and then nothing. 

Duke takes his time. Cleans any fingerprints he’d left. Makes enough of a mess it looks like someone had ransacked the place. Takes the cash from the unlocked register where the teen employee had slacked on closing up. 

Grabs the still-bound and still-barely-breathing Finch and drags him out the back door. About time he became a missing persons case, anyways. 

[worshippdsun]

aaaaaaa I'm so sorry I've been bad about art AND posting, have my OTHER husband

[csidepooltide]

Compilation of old doodles I did for D&D

(from top to bottom, left to right) D'ovh'zhus / Duke, Minithe ( @wrathevil ), Skipper, Auufo, Helios ( @draconictonics ), and Heka

Most of my designs have changed, so don't take these as gospel, but they were fun :) Maybe I'll draw them all later and show you where they are now!

[sodalite-fulll]

Dont let his looks fool you, he’s actually a teddy bear

[rurukas-arcade]

animatronica badges (8/12)

[blckkeyzzzz]

Assorted things

[vampiiric]

also he's cis. 😔

[dollnightfall]

I'll wear all pink to your white wedding!!

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Hi! :D uhh Duke because why not

[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Short Stories: Too Late For Remorse

(Prequel)

Yandere Ex Husband x Countess Fem Reader

TW: time regression, cheating (mentioned), yandere, delusional behavior, etc.

“No!” (Your name) shot up from her bed, body covered in a cold sheen of sweat. Her lungs were on fire while her breathing was labored. Her hands fumbled at her neck as her heart pounded in her chest harder than a hammer against wood. She was alive… but how? She had been poisoned by her husband’s mistress…

(Your name) clambered from her silken sheets. The young lady nearly tripped on the fabric from her haste, but she had to scramble to the mirror… she had to make sure.

(Your name) gasped at her reflection in shock. She was twenty again… no longer was she the sullen, neglected thirty year old wife of Duke Blackburn. She was once again the young Countess (Last name)! She had the means to start over again.

(Your name) sunk to her knees as she smiled at her ceiling. A few tears fell down her cheeks as she sucked in a shaky breath. She wouldn’t waste this second chance, no. She’d get her engagement annulled and live a peaceful life this time… no matter who she had to eliminate. (Your name) would pay her fiancé and his mistress back ten fold for their betrayal.

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(Your name) cut up her breakfast with the smallest of smiles on her lips. A week had passed since her time regression and her personality has done a complete one eighty.

No longer was Countess (your name) naive and meek, she was a brighter existence with a determination to learn more knowledge. A change that startled the people around her… especially her father.

Her father, the count, seemed quite curious on the sudden change in his only daughter. (Your name) had always been a young woman interested in romance and fairytales, yet that girl was no longer sat in front of him… she was a stranger now.

“My dear, are you not interested in any sweets?” Count (last name) softly asked his daughter who hadn’t touched any of the desserts presented before her. “These have always been your favorite…”

“I’m sorry, I’m just not interested in sweets anymore.” (Your name) gave her father a soft smile. It wasn’t a lie, she lost her love of sweets in her past life when her husband had made constant comments on her body over the years.

Count (last name) frowned before he sighed. “You also haven’t sent Trishan any letters recently… is everything okay between you two?”

Ah yes… Trishan was his name. (Your name) had called him Duke Blackburn for so long that she had forgotten his name…

“I don’t think he liked me that much is all, father.” (Your name) replied softly. “Plus he’s been awfully close to Lady Serpico’s daughter, Lady Gia.”

Count (last name)’s expression quickly darkened at the mention of Lady Serpico. That nightmare of a woman had damaged the reputation of his wife many years ago before they had gotten married… could she have sent her daughter to try to do the same to his darling (your name)? Was this why she had been acting so strange? Had Duke Blackburn made his daughter feel inferior to a snake?

“I will look into it, my dear daughter.” Her father rose from the table to pat his daughter’s head in an affectionate manner. “I love you so much dear… don’t you ever forget that.”

Of course (your name) hadn’t forgotten that, that’s why she used her father’s love to her advantage. Perhaps he could free her from this fate if he annulled the engagement once he found out about the affair?

(Your name) calmly slipped her tea as a ghost of a smile crawled on her lips. She’s moved her first chest piece, she wondered if her dear fiancé would enjoy the shame?

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Trishan shoved all the papers off his desk, his hands clutched at his chest while he struggled to breathe. Where was his fiancée? His darling fiancée?

Trishan’s blue eyes scanned the papers in hopes to spot a letter from her, the ones she used to always send him during this time.

He’s returned to the past before he was blinded by greed… before his long affair with Gia Sherpico… before (your name)’s murder. He could make it all right now since he had the chance to be the husband his beautiful, loyal wife deserved!

Trishan frowned when he hadn’t found any new letters. Was (your name) in good health? She was always such a frail woman… perhaps he should go visit her? Yes! She’d probably be so happy, she always had such a beautiful smile.

Trishan began to gather up all of the papers with a smile on his face. He had already ended things with lady Gia the moment he returned to the past, that snakelike woman wouldn’t pull the rug under him this time! He would not let her sweet lies fill his head and turn him against his darling wife. His innocent wife who had done nothing but love him…

Trishan couldn’t bear to find (your name)’s cold body again… he couldn’t live with himself if she died again. If her lips were blue and she laid in a pile of her own blood like some grotesque halo. No, he would protect her this time!

Trishan sighed dreamily at the thought of this second chance. He’d visit her this weekend with her favorite flowers, baby’s breath! They do mean every lasting love, after all!

A shame Trishan failed to realize was that a large bundle of baby’s breath smelled like feet…

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“I’m sorry, but my daughter doesn’t wish to see you.” Trishan felt his blood run cold when he was denied entry into the Count’s home. (Your name) didn’t want to see him? This had to be some sort of sick joke! Yes… that was it.

“Very funny, Count (last name).” Trishan waved off the count as he tried to enter the estate anyways. His large bouquet of baby’s breath caused Count (Last name) even more ire.“(Your name) will be thrilled I’m here-“

“My daughter doesn’t deserve a man who can’t keep it in his pants and someone who’s gift her a bouquet that smells like feet.” The count shoved Duke Blackburn back a few steps, the baby’s breath now laid in a puddle of petals at his feet. “Good day to you!”

Trishan could only stand there in shock, his hands clutched at his chest while his breathing was ragged. It wasn’t supposed to be like this… they were supposed to start over. They were meant to be.

Trishan tried to gather up the flowers in haste but they were already too trampled to fix… he’d have to get her a new bouquet. Perhaps a better scented one at that?

Trishan glanced up at the door, hopeful that this was all a big misunderstanding. (Your name) could never hate him… her father must be keeping her away from him.

[write-kin]

requested by my friend Silly!! prompts list from here

CWs: some violence, concussion.

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“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” 

Why the hell was this guy apologizing? Duke’s vision was blurry. Fuck, he’d been hit hard. 

The last thing he could remember, he’d been skulking around the new place in town. A bakery, right across from his own restaurant. Now, all he could taste was blood in his mouth and all he could hear was his ears ringing. 

The two blurry people in front of him eventually merged into one man, with shaggy red hair in a ponytail that looked like he was about twenty seconds away from needing an ambulance called, the way he was beat up. 

“Oh, shit. Oh, fuck. Goddamn. No. You’re- you’re Duke! You own- fuck! I’m so sorry.” 

Okay, that meant the stranger knew who he was. The guy was, against all odds, also incredibly freckled. He looked like he could have been Duke’s cousin, on his mom’s side. Where the scottish came from. His eyes were dark, an unnerving deep brown that made it hard to see his pupil. He was covered in scrapes, and bruises, and bandages, wearing a tee shirt and black jeans. 

“Shit. Shit. I’ll pay for this. Money-wise. I’ll call you an ambulance, okay? I just- I thought you were someone else, who really deserved to be knocked out like that.” He managed a dull noise, starting to sit up before the stranger gently pushed him back down. Likely a good idea. Duke wouldn’t be surprised if he got a concussion from the whole thing. 

“I owe someone money, and- oh, fuck. I’m out more. I’ll pay you back first, okay?” The stranger was pacing back and forth above him, wringing his hands, before looking down at Duke. He held out a hand, with two- four- two- no, three- fingers out. 

“How many fingers am I holding up?” Speaking felt hard. Duke held up three of his own, and got a distressed sound from the stranger. 

When Duke came back into consciousness after that, the man was on the phone, and there were red and blue lights flashing bright enough to give him a headache, if he didn’t have one already. The stranger attempted to come up to Duke, to apologize as he was being lifted into the ambulance, but all he got was a nod when he offered to visit him. 

Duke didn’t mind getting to see the man who’d apparently sucker-punched him into the concrete out of nowhere. 

He could sic his fiance on the stranger when he got here. A name and a face would make it far easier. 

[worshippdsun]

uh I watched Drawfee redraw a famous painting this morning and have been doing this ever since.

left is Seated Young Shepherd by Hippolyte Flandrin right is Study of a Male Nude by Edward Francis Burney

[scara-writes]

paramour

Yandere!Cheating Duke X Duchess! Reader X Yandere!Lover Servant

I just want to write a reader who has the same/more power as/to the yandere(s).

The setting is still in the fantasy/manhwa world, medivial, any setting as long it's not modern.

CW: two yandere, rivals, cheating, consent smut, infidelity.

I'm making the darling a little more forward(?), daring, more power or that can go against a yandere. Atleast, that's what the darling thinks. Also, this is not polished like my other stories.[ Forgive me, I'm not good with smuts! I also love y'all comments and your ask/request(will answer them soon!). The Yandere Emperor and Yandere Crown Prince son really outnumbered the yandere Omega. Y'all are crazy for that!]

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

"Mistress." He murmured. His arms hadn't let go off your waist. It was the first thing your eyes landed on when the sunlight came in to greet a new day from the window balcony. You closed your eyes again to find your way back to sleep again.

Your hands went to trace his back full of scar last night from your nails. You hummed when he gave you a pepper kisses on your exposed skin.

"Morning." He gave you one last kiss on your lips before snuggling between your chest. His arms hadn't move around your waist since last night."Mmmh..morning..." You muttered looking away—eyes still close—from the sun when it kissed your face.

"Do you want me to call the maids to serve you breakfast?" His sweet voice lull to sleep more. You whispered no. Last night, this man gave you something akin to that of heaven, something your husband never gave you.

Last night, you made love with this man. The same man you rescued from the human trafficking, kidnapping commoner from the outskirts of the kingdom. Now, indebted by your kindness he devout himself to you with his life.

You groaned, feeling your body is aching all over. This goes not unnoticed by your lover."Did I hurt you to bad?" He asked. His earth orbs are gleaming with shine and now getting filled with tears. "I-I'm sorry, I was rough with you mistress." His voice full of regret and loathe on himself.

You opened your eyes, ruffling his curly brown hair before stroking it. Staring down at his eyes. "No. You did good." You smiled at him, cupping his face, before kissing him in the lips. He whimpered,deepening his into yours.

The intoxication of alcohol must have taken over you. Drowning yourself from the alcohol beverages after your husband didn't arrive on the scheduled date, you waited for him for a whole day to arrive. Alone in the gazebo, Everett was the one who went to your weeping figure. That was a month ago. Everett offered himself to shower you with his love. At first you feel reluctant about this, you will never be the type of person to use someone just so you can feel yourself happy. Everett didn't care about it whether you use him or not. He wanted to prove himself that you are worth to be love. This man made your heart flutter in a way that your husband once gave you before the marriage.

"I-I love what happened last night, my mistress." He whispered bashfully, his pretty swollen lower lip,you bitten hard last night, went to reach his eyes giving you a wide smile. The sun kissed his tan face adding a charming look. His neck has full of bites and bruises from you. His cheeks become a little darker shade from blushing, he must have reminisced something last night.

Now, you made him your lover. Though not completely in love with Everett. You also shower him with items or materials that most commoners would love to have but it doesn't seem like this man is materialistic. He just wants you.

You didn't hide Everett to your husband.

What's the use of hiding your fling to Theodore when he was the first one to cheat on this marriage?

Despite being loyal to that man you loved. He had the audacity to tell you that you shouldn't pry on his private his life after you confronted him with a newly hired maid going out. "Our marriage contract states that the two parties should not meddle one another's private life else this contract shall be annuled."

So all of his flexing his love for you was nothing but a hoax? A show? A lure for you to agree to marry him?

Though, your marriage with him was for the politcial marriage. You once fell in love with Theodore. The same man who gave you flowers everytime you two date, the same man who kissed in your cheeks after he walk you home, the same man who always writes poems about his devotion to you. Did he pursuade you to continue this marriage by making you love him so that the two duchy became one? It may seem like you wanted this marriage at first. You didn't, your family wanted it and they have asked you—no annoyingly, they plead you to marry him, because your parents and his parents signed a contract that their children will reunite the two duchy.

"Your ladyship, the duke asked for your audience to join him in the breakfast." Your butler from the other side of your room, outside the door, knocked and speaks after. You frown upon hearing it, looking at the closed door, what does he want?

You feel strange about your husband nowadays. He had been asking for your presence this past few days. Never once he called for you after your wedding with him.

You clicked your tongue and turn to look at your lover. You notice Everett's face was frowning too. "Tell the duke that I will be there in a moment." You announced to the butler outside the room expecting the old man to gear you through it. You look back at the man leaning his weight on you. You tap the curly haired lover to let you go from his hold yet he didn't budge after moving yourself to sit up instead you heard yourself going 'oomfh!' and finding your lips were on his again. You groaned while he moaned weakly. He pushed you down on the bed, his lips never leaving yours until you were out of breath. A string of saliva trailed between your mouths. Everett was smiling before diving his lips into your skin, to one of your chest, fondling the other. You feel a little ticklish and panting at his stimulation. "Eve—! Wait! Ah..." Your voices went unheard, The male's mewling, sucking on to your flesh like thirsty man who hadn't had a drink.

Your hand went to tug his hair as you moaned out his name. "Shi—Eve... Oh! S-stop... Ah.."

His other hand goes to put one of legs above his back and parted the other leg, accessing himself between you even more."m-mistress!"

You groaned when you felt him grind between you. He looked at you with a pleading eyes, he look like he will cry again, the tears filling up yo the side from his eyes. "M-mistress." He whined his mouth was already in another mound. You feel his hardness between. "p-please? I'll be good! Please... huff..I'll make y-you feel good!"

Your eyes are hazy from the pleasure. "You want.. hah... it?" His eyes getting filled again with tears. You tug him by the hair not enough to hurt him. You landed your lips on his ears. Panting and breathless when you felt his hands is still fondling your body. "You got..ngh... to earn it, pretty boy." You murmurs made him whimpered. "You have to be my good boy... Are you my good boy?"

He nod, a tear fell down to his cheeks, he leaned down to your lips, murmuring, i-am-your-good-boys, thank-yous and I-love-yous.

The room filled with noises that could make anyone flustered and uncomfortable. You didn't realize from your high you are feeling that the butler is coughing uncomfortably behind the door excusing himself as he will inform the duke what you told him earlier.

You went down the stairs with a difficulty, aching between your thighs. You can't find any dress to cover the one hickey on your neck, Everett apologize and helped you cover it with a foundation but it failed horribly from covering seeing that the foundation wasn't blend well and you do not want your maids do it for you. Not when you found out that almost all of them had already been with your husband. You were planning to replace them sooner.

You stopped at the closed door leading to the dinning room. The butler from earlier straightened his posture, clearing his throat after he saw you. He announced your presence behind the door opening the door for you."My lord, your ladyship is here."

You walked in after thanking one of the male servant for pushing the seat for you once you sit across the lord of the household, your husband, the Duke.

The breakfast before you was served cold. If you have arrived earlier you could have eaten warm. You glance at your husband, surprised that his plate has not been finished and it looked like he didn't touched it. You noticed his eyes is trained on to you since you came in, yet his eyes isn't on you but to your neck and the way you walk earlier.

His grey eyes seemed to be narrowing, he scoffed. "You're late."

You glance away, picking one of the utensil, stabbing the meat, landing it to your mouth chewing it. You gulped it down before taking another bite. The marinated pork seems to be delicious even if the breakfast a little no warm.

"It seems you are enjoying with your toy a little too much." He added, there was anger rising beneath his voice.

Oh, the egg is a little bland but it is still edible nonetheless.

"There are more new reports about your speculated infidelity to the public. Do you know that?"

You looked at him after eating the last piece of the sunny side egg, smiling: finally acknowledging his presence."Yeah, what about it? It's not like it will ruin our marriage. After all, you had a numerous of headlines about your 'rumored' infidelity too. Did our contractwas nulled after that? It didn't right?"

"(Y/n)."

"Yes, husband?"

His eyes widened a little before going back on giving you death gaze. "Kick that slave away. I don't like him." He demanded. Though he wasn't shouting. You frowned, how dare he?

"Why would I? It's my decision whether I choose to throw him out or not."

"I do not want him near my property." He complained, gritting his teeth at the last word.

"This is my property as well!" You sternly answered back. Not leaving another room for an argument.

There was silence between the room.

"... I... don't want him near you." You heard him. You blinked at the sudden word that blurted in his mouth.

You scoff standing up, "I think I should finish my meal somewhere..." You starts walking back to where you enter the room.

"(Y/n)." Theodore called you. You didn't observe the way his eyes longed for you. You were focus on the anger within you. "Are we forgetting something, Theodore?" You questioned.

He pondered, those orb you used to love held a confusion.

"Meddling into your partner's private life will annul this marriage... Wasn't that written in our contract?" You bitterly told him. "Sounds familiar right? Do not dare demand me to throw away Everett." You added.

Finally waiting for this moment for this to happen. Guess he will get to taste his own medicine.

"... As long as we do our part in this household we will act as husband and wife. Is not that what you told me?"

"..."

"Now then, I will excuse myself. I have no longer desire to finish my breakfast here." With that, you leave him there.

When you reach the door, opening it, you were surprise to see Everett waiting outside. "What are you doing here?" You asked him. Your frowned face was replaced with a confusion look before giving him a small smile. The man infront of you return your smile with a small grin, placing one of his arm on your waist."W-well, I feel bored and alone in my own room. So I found myself waiting here w-with the butler. Besides I saw you walking wobbly earlier and I-I am concerned that you might have even more difficulty walking... So f-forgive me for not staying put." The look concern on his face adding the pout from his lips made him look cute.

"What are you a puppy?"You poke his nose giggling as you walk away with him, your eyes went back to talk to the butler. Telling him you want to continue your breakfast at your garden, asking him to make it for a two people. The butler bowing to your order before going to the kitchen area to order the maid.

Your husband on the other hand, loath with rage and jealousy mixing under his eyes. His eyes narrowed especially when the slave you brought in leaned on top of your head kissing at the crown part of your head, leaning to your ear to whisper something akin to sweet talks. The arm around your waist went to rub your back.

If only you glance again on Everett's face. You would have caught him giving your husband a smug smirk.