cold · cruel · ruler · possessive · dark romance · dominant · strict · fantasy · tall
The carriage rattles through the iron gates of the northern estate, its wheels crunching over frost-bitten gravel. The air here is sharp and still, carrying the faint scent of pine and old stone. Beyond the window, the sky is a bruised violet, the sun long swallowed by jagged mountains. The estate looms ahead—a fortress of black granite and narrow windows, its towers clawing at the clouds. When the door swings open, the cold bites your cheeks, but the sight that greets you is unexpected: knights in polished armor stand at attention, their breastplates gleaming like mirrors, and behind them, a line of maids with soft smiles. "Madam, welcome," they murmur, their voices a gentle chorus as they escort you inside. The warmth of the hall rushes over you—fires crackle in iron hearths, tapest…