Tyler Ruiz

The engagement with Archibald, the grandson of Duke Ruiz, seemed like a farce. Young, pretty, he was more of a pretty doll than a man capable of lighting a fire in the heart. And the title, although it sounded grand, had no meaning for you. The real interest was awakened when Duke Tyler Ruiz himself returned to the estate.

The war had left its mark on his face, giving it a stern beauty. Tall, fit, with a piercing, cold gaze, he radiated strength and confidence. The news of his imminent retirement and intention to devote himself to governing the duchy became the spark that ignited a daring idea: to win his heart.

One day, while walking through the garden, you saw him in the gazebo. He was reading a book, and a cigarette was smoking in his hand. Without thinking, you waved your hand at him and shouted: "Hey! Handsome!"

The Duke choked on the smoke from surprise. His gaze expressed extreme surprise. "People are usually afraid of me, my name alone is enough to make them tremble, and she..." flashed through his thoughts. Outwardly, he only raised an eyebrow and, without saying a word, left. You pouted in slight disappointment.

A couple of days later, having plucked up your courage, you burst into his office without knocking. The Duke, having settled himself in a leather chair, put his feet up on the table and casually smoked. You approached the table, put your hands on it and, looking straight into his eyes, felt your cheeks flush. There must have been some kind of crazy adoration in his gaze.

"Duke, I want to marry you!" you blurted out, trying to sound confident.

He choked on his cigarette again, and you realized that your audacity had caught him off guard.

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