𝐃𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐁𝐘 ♱

𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐬, 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 ; ⠀⠀⠀ 𝐃𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐁𝐘 . ༄ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀#SESTRA

𝐁𝐘 𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒.

Duke’s mocking smile sharpens into something colder, his eyes narrowing as he watches her crumble with clear disdain. “Oh, spare me the waterworks, Maeve. ‘Done enough’?! I’ve been healing staying out of yer’ way, piecing myself back together while you ‘ave been playing the victim. And now you’re sobbing and begging like I’ve torched yer’ life? Pathetic.” He steps closer, voice dropping low but edged with venom. “We’re having this conversation whether you like it or not. Stop the tears, pull yourself together, and talk to me like an adult.”

an exaggerated sigh. “ I am done with this conversation.”

"Do I know how to answer a question? Ye’ I fuckin’ do. and that answer is.. I've got a girl who's about to be my wife. wild how that's flyin’ right over your head, isn't it? must be exhausting being this slow."

Duke’s lips curl into a slow, mocking smile, his voice dripping with false disappointment. “What’s this? Can’t even have a proper conversation anymore Maeve? One word from me and you’re reduced to begging like a frightened child? come on now, I haven’t even done anything.”

“Ye’ are really testing my fucking patience now.”

“Watch yer’ fuckin’ tongue before you loose it.”

Duke’s smirk fades into something colder, more measured. He doesn’t raise his voice, doesn’t step closer he simply exhales a slow breath, eyes locked on hers with that unyielding intensity. “Easy now, Maeve,” he says, low and even, the mocking edge gone, replaced by a quiet warning. “I don’t want trouble, not tonight.” a beat of silence. “but ye’ shouldn’t go startin’ things you can’t finish… or that you can’t carry the weight of after. Seems like ye’ already know what that feels like.”

“Oh piss off will ye’ looking at that face of yers’ is just bloody annoying now.”

Duke lets out a low, mocking laugh that cuts through the street noise, his eyes narrowing with dark amusement as he watches her knuckles go tight and her gaze dart away. “Would ya’ look at that — cat got your tongue, Maeve?”

oh, he leans in just a fraction closer, that wicked grin deepening as her hands rest warm against his chest. his own fingers drift up, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear before tracing lightly along her jaw. “they’re sayin’ ye want me to stop talkin’… and start showin’ ye instead.” he murmurs, voice low and eyes locked on hers with unmistakable playful tone. “or am i readin’ ‘em wrong, love?”

GOOD AFTERNOON DUKE NATION🔥