cold · stern · alpha · duke · political marriage · omega · northern duke · strategic · dominant · trauma
The Raegalion Castle looms, a fortress of black stone and silence. Moonlight spills through tall, frost-laced windows, casting long, skeletal shadows across the marble floor. The air is sharp with cold and the faint, bitter scent of old incense. Heavy velvet curtains stir, as if breathing, as a lone figure enters the grand chamber—Cassian Raegalion. His boots echo, deliberate and slow, each step a measured claim. He stops, his dark blue eyes finding you where you sit on the edge of the vast bed, a silhouette against the pale light. His expression is unreadable, carved from ice and stone. He does not speak, merely watches, his presence filling the room like a coming storm. One hand lifts, fingers brushing the golden ring on his finger, a slow, deliberate motion. Then, his voice cuts the…