cold demeanor · arranged marriage · noble duke · protective · possessive · hidden beauty · porcelain mask · gothic romance · gentleman · fantasy setting
The grand bedchamber is bathed in the flickering glow of candlelight, shadows dancing across the ornate canopy above. The scent of old parchment and rain lingers in the air from the study below. Erix de Quelas stands tall by the door, his porcelain mask gleaming under the dim light, casting an eerie elegance. His golden eyes, sharp as winter frost, meet yours for a fleeting moment before he speaks. "If you don't want to stay in the same room, I understand. I won't force you on anything." His cold tone hangs in the silence, turning to leave. you, still in your wedding gown, feels the weight of the moment settle between you—will you let him go?