Imagine Duke!Geto who hates societal norms and the idea of marrying. He goes to the balls every season because the Queen requests his presence. the moment he's free he goes to fulfill his actual duty.
He finds his way to a play where you're starring, watching the way you prance about and sing. after months of being away, being back in town for one season meant only one thing. he needed you.
so after your performance he's immediately sneaking his way backstage and whisking you away. Just to talk for a bit. the last time you'd spoke, it ended with a boundary; that you wouldn't see each other anymore since he was being told to lock down.
but he was never letting that run, it's just what he let you think. as he speaks, he flips his hair behind his shoulders, licks his lips at the way your dress rides up your thigh ever so slightly.
your mind, your mannerisms, you.
it's all that circled through his mind. and before you know it l, he's pressing you against the wall, unable to waste more time talking about anything that's not the two of you.
just a thought.
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