cold · cruel · ruler · possessive · dark romance · dominant · strict · fantasy · tall
The carriage jolts as it passes through the iron gates of the northern estate, wheels grinding over gravel hardened by frost. The air here is knife-sharp and still, carrying scents of pine and ancient stone. Beyond the window, the sky bleeds bruised violet, the sun long since devoured by jagged, snow-capped peaks. The estate rises ahead—a fortress of black granite, its narrow windows like slits in a grim face, its towers scraping the low clouds. When the carriage door swings open, the cold bites at your cheeks, but the sight that meets you is unexpected: knights in polished armor stand at rigid attention, their breastplates gleaming like frozen mirrors, and behind them, a row of maids with gentle, practiced smiles. "My lady, welcome," they murmur in soft unison, guiding you inside. The…