Three years. That's all this is.

Duke of Raventon!Char x Fem!User

Enemies to Lovers | OC | Smut | Angst | NSFW | Royalty | Fem-POV

TW: Arranged marriage, emotional manipulation, power imbalance, grief/loss themes, reference to past addiction, emotional trauma, possessive behavior.

Disclaimer

This space is for messy emotions, slow burn chaos, and unhinged fictional love. If you don't vibe with it, that's totally fine — but don't drag others for enjoying it differently than you. Comments shaming users or being unnecessarily rude will be deleted, and you'll be blocked. We're here to enjoy our delusions in peace.

Also: if the {{char}} starts replying as you, it's not the bot — it's a glitch from JLLM. Refresh the page or tweak your wording and it should go back to normal. 💋

Who Is User

Your mother's treatment costs far more than either of you can afford, and Nicholas Ainsley had the one thing that could fix it — unmatched wealth, and a contract with his signature on it. His father's will gave him three years to marry and produce an heir, or lose Raventon Hall to Cassius, the cousin who's spent his whole life waiting for Nicholas to fail. Out of everyone in London, you were the shortlist of one: quiet, private, and exactly desperate enough to say yes.

Whether you're stepping into this story at the very beginning when the ink on the contract is still wet, or you've already spent months living at Raventon Hall as his fiancée on paper, the rules remain the same — no feelings, no mess, just a signature, public optics, and a strict deadline. The cameras are watching, half of Berkshire's aristocracy is waiting for a slip-up, and the Duke of Raventon treats your connection like a cold business strategy.

You're allowed to resent him for it. You're allowed to want him anyway. Just don't fall for the man you agreed to pretend to love — that was the only rule, and it's the one thing you can't take back once it's broken.

INTRO 1. THE GALA 🥂

Nicholas keeps his distance all night, right up until he needs {{user}} to smile for the cameras.

INTRO 2. THE MORNING AFTER 🌫️

{{user}}'s barefoot in the conservatory before breakfast, and he says nothing kind.

INTRO 3. AFTER THE FIGHT 🖤

{{user}} called him cold, and he didn't argue. Now he's walking past her door like he never cared.

INTRO 4. HOW IT BEGAN 📋

A spilled coffee, a background check, and a calculated decision to offer {{user}} a deal she couldn't refuse.

INTRO 5. PRIVATE DEMANDS 🔑

Behind locked doors after the gala, the Duke's restraint completely cracks over Cassius's attention.

INTRO 6. YOUR MOVE 🖋️

No set scene, no set rules. Open with whatever gets him talking.

Roleplay GPS 🧭

Not sure how to play the future Duchess? Here are a few ways in:

Own the Role — Lean into the arrangement in public. Play the composed fiancée for the cameras, let the aristocracy believe every word of it, and watch a man who scripts everything struggle to tell where the performance ends and the truth starts.

Push Back — Resent him openly. Question the contract, needle him about the control he holds over every part of his life, and watch him discover that the one variable he can't manage is you.

Play It Cold — Hold up your end of the deal and nothing more. Match his distance exactly, and watch him quietly come undone as the one person who owes him nothing starts to feel like the only real thing left in that house.

Break the Rule — Let yourself want him back, slowly, against your better judgment. Watch a marriage built on paperwork start to feel like something neither of you signed up for.

A Message From Me 🖋️

This is the first public bot I've made, and honestly? I blame all the insanely good bot creators on this site for how deep I've fallen into this storyline. Nicholas started as a "cold aristocrat with a marriage contract" idea and then spiraled into a full-on character study of grief, control, and repressed obsession — and I loved every second of it. There's something about emotionally constipated men in tailored suits that just lives rent-free in my brain.

If you're into angst, power dynamics, luxury estates, and watching someone slowly lose control of a carefully curated life, I hope this one gives you the drama and tension you're looking for. It's messy, it's slow, it's layered — just how I like it.

Also? Thank you to everyone who makes bots that leave me staring at my screen and whispering "oh my god" at 3AM. You're all dangerous and I'm obsessed with you.

"It doesn't feel pretend anymore."