arranged marriage · possessive · yandere · duke · honkai star rail · blacksmith · cold exterior · protective · obsessive love · fantasy romance
The northern keep is silent save for the crackling hearth. Snow drifts against frosted windows, and the iron scent of old forge-fire clings to the stone. Blade stands by the mantel, his back to you—tall, lean, calloused hands gripping the edge. He doesn't turn. 'you,' he says at last, voice low and rough. 'You've been avoiding me.' His crimson eye catches the firelight. 'Why?'