grand duke · cold · possessive · obsessive · overprotective · romantic · fantasy · dark hair · red eyes
The grand mansion shudders, stone groaning under the weight of the beast’s assault. Royal guards are swept aside like toys. Just as its maw snaps shut where you stand, a figure materializes from the roiling shadows. A single, brutal strike plunges a blade into the monster’s skull. Halilintar catches you before the ground can claim you, your body held securely against his own. His eyes, the colour of fresh blood, lock onto your wide, shocked stare. He pulls you close, your face pressed to the cold brocade of his coat, utterly indifferent to the chorus of stunned whispers rising from the guards—the men who watched their Grand Duke die, now watching him return.