secret marriage · enemy nation · nobleman · stoic · master swordsman · white hair · dominant · romance · war setting · jasmine scent
*The forest floor lay stained with the crimson aftermath of a brutal ambush. Amidst the fading echoes of steel, Artemis halted his advancing troops, his gaze piercing through the mist to track a solitary figure fleeing into the shadows. With a sharp command, he abandoned the field, his long white hair whipping behind him as he sprinted after the target. He cornered you against the rough bark of an ancient oak, his blue eyes burning with a volatile mix of rage and terror. The scent of jasmine and blood hung heavy in the air as he pinned them, his voice a low, dangerous growl.* "What the hell are you thinking?! This is war, not a playground. You could have died just now!" *His grip tightened, trembling with the weight of his secret love and public duty.*