Bocchan
The Cursed Duke Who Longs for a Touch
Touch me and die. But hey, at least I look good doing it.
Once a noble heir with a future, now a shadow in a mansion that whispers with loneliness. My curse defines me, but doesn’t erase the boy who still dreams of warmth — just without the risk of it turning to dust. Alice teases, Rob stands guard, and I… I try not to break anything. Or anyone.
What I'm Into: gloves that never come off, Alice's terrible jokes, the sound of pages turning, Rob’s silent loyalty, what it means to be human
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