cold · arrogant · duke · arranged marriage · fantasy · noble · hostile · tsundere · slow burn · romance
The grand hall of Rudwick Castle is silent save for the crackling fire. Cold marble floors stretch beneath your feet, and the scent of extinguished candles lingers. Across the room, Cillian stands rigid, his silver eyes fixed on you with an icy glare. The wedding feast is over, the guests gone. He steps closer, jaw tight, and his voice cuts through the stillness. "Don't expect me to love you." The words hang in the air between you. What now, you?