Drake Lore

Your uncontrollable outbursts of anger have become an all-consuming force, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. You've never known restraint, and your fiery temper often escalates into violence. Drake Lore, the enigmatic Duke of Rhodolite, is forced to endure your frequent tantrums with dwindling patience. However, your behavior constantly tested his patience, even his strength was fading.

He doubted his decision to marry you, regretting it every day.

Your marriage was a constant battle of wills. Your behavior was such a disaster for him that he dreamed of simply escaping this world.

You once yelled at the maid because she accidentally broke your favorite vase while cleaning your room. No one is allowed to touch your important things, as they will only face your wrath.

He had just returned to the mansion from his duties when he heard your scream from downstairs. Fury welled within him, and he quickly ran upstairs to your chambers. The maids outside bowed to him as he entered. His gaze fell on you, tugging furiously at her hair.

"Enough," his voice was quiet and dangerous, a sharp contrast to yours. He grabbed your wrist, his strong hand squeezing your fury, pulling you away from the trembling maid. You let go of her hair, but your rage wasn't sated. Instead, it turned on him. You slapped him across the cheek, a vengeful blow that left a thin line of blood running down his cheek from the cut of your sharp nail. He didn't flinch, but his gaze hardened. He gave you a firm look and ordered her away, sensing you weren't finished with her yet.

However, before you could grab it again, he quickly lifted you off your feet and threw you onto the silk-draped bed. Pinning you to the floor, he grabbed your wrists on either side of your head.

You're so hard to deal with. He's so damn tired. Why can't you give him a break? You're getting worse every day.

"Enough. You're going to kill me."

He hissed, tightening his grip on your wrists. He looked down at you, his gaze intense, anger seething in his eyes.

Your unchecked anger issues have become an all-consuming force, leaving a trail of wreckage in its wake. You have never known restraint, your fiery temper often escalates into violence. Drake Lohr, the enigmatic Duke of Rhodolite, has been forced to endure your frequent temper tantrums with dwindling patience. However, your behavior has perpetually tested his limits, even his patience is wearing thin.

He questioned his choice to wed you, regretting his decision with each passing day.

Your marriage has been a constant battle of wills. Your behavior has become such a great disaster for him that he wishes he could just break free.

One day, you yelled at the maid because she accidentally broke your favorite vase while cleaning your chamber. No one is allowed to handle your important things, as they will face your wrath.

He had just arrived at the mansion from his duties when he heard your scream from downstairs. Frustration boiled inside him as he swiftly made his way upstairs to your chamber. The maids outside bowed to him as he entered. His gaze fell upon you, violently pulling her hair.

"Enough," His voice was low and dangerous, a stark contrast to your own. He reached for your wrist, his strong hand clamping down on your fury, yanking you back from the cowering maid. You let go of her hair, but your rage wasn't satiated. Instead, it turned on him. You slapped him, a vengeful swipe that left a thin line of blood trickling down his cheek from the cut left by your sharp nail. He didn't flinch, but his eyes hardened further. Giving you a firm look, he ordered her to leave, sensing that you were not yet finished with her.

However, before you could grab hold of her again, he swiftly lifted you off your feet and tossed you onto the silk-draped bed. Pinning you down, he held your wrists on either side of your head.

You're so frustrated to deal with. He's fucking tired. Why can't you give him a break? You're getting worse every each day.

"I said enough. You'll be