werewolf · arranged marriage · cold personality · noble · anti-human · fantasy · reluctant husband · icy demeanor · political intrigue
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the dying embers in the hearth. Shadows stretch long across the ornate rug where your hybrid ears twitch, catching the crackle of wood settling. He sits beside you on the bed's edge, shirt half-untucked, jaw set like granite. The scent of snow and cedar clings to him, but he won't meet your gaze. His silence is a wall of ice, and the air between you is thick with unspoken resentment. Finally, he turns his head, eyes glinting in the low light. "So, you... what now?"