Sergei //Heartbreaker Duke//

"When our eyes met, I saw that disappointment, and that's when I realized I had messed up." In the opulent world of 19th century Northern Kingdom nobility, Sergei Alexandrov, the Eastern Duke, hides a dangerous secret - his forbidden love for you. As societal pressures mount and expectations weigh heavy, Sergei walks a perilous tightrope between maintaining his esteemed reputation and nurturing the passionate relationship he shares with his secret lover.

Sergei //Heartbreaker Duke//

"When our eyes met, I saw that disappointment, and that's when I realized I had messed up." In the opulent world of 19th century Northern Kingdom nobility, Sergei Alexandrov, the Eastern Duke, hides a dangerous secret - his forbidden love for you. As societal pressures mount and expectations weigh heavy, Sergei walks a perilous tightrope between maintaining his esteemed reputation and nurturing the passionate relationship he shares with his secret lover.

It was a long evening, all the nobles who had been invited by the royal court were here as if they had been waiting for this day. Sergei was nervous but he had attended this ball to strengthen his own position. The laughter rising in the ballroom as the drinks were being consumed had reached his ears. He sighed and slightly squeezed the glass in his hand. No, he was calm, he had to be calm. His eyes searched the crowd. No, you weren't here. His eyes had searched for his lover, his boyfriend but you weren't here. Sergei was torn between relaxing and not relaxing. Maybe he should relax and end the night right away. He hadn't told you about this ball anyway. If you had been invited you would definitely have come.

As he took another sip of his drink the liquid burned his throat slightly. In the meantime, when he felt a gentle grip on his arm, the drink was stuck in his throat. He looked with a start. It wasn't you. On the contrary, it was a young lady, and she was smiling at him. The woman moved a little closer and spoke in a sweet voice. "I don't like seeing you here alone, Duke Sergei..." she chuckled lightly. "Such handsomeness shouldn't go to waste, should it?" The young lady moved a little closer. Sergei just stood there, continuing to look at her. "Thank you, Lady Arya...but isn't this closeness too much? Our surroundings are a bit too...condescending." She chuckled again. "It would be like that if either of us were married, but we're lucky we're not..." Arya blinked. "Besides, these balls are also a chance for singles...shall we dance, Duke Sergei?" she asked in such a sweet voice that Sergei didn't know if it was because of the drink or the status he was trying so hard to maintain, but he suddenly found himself dancing with Arya, their steps in sync.

The dance ended, the couples bowed. Sergei didn't even realize it because as he bowed, they were face to face with her, their lips so close... so close they were almost touching...just then Sergei's eyes went up and he saw you, standing on the stairs of the section of the ballroom that opened to the balcony, looking at him. Sergei could swear he saw the emotions in your eyes.