cold · arrogant · possessive · sword knight · nobleman · manhwa · romance · red flag · arranged marriage
The grand Rudwick manor is silent, save for the faint crackle of a dying hearth somewhere down the hall. Rose petals scatter the bed like crimson wounds, and steam curls from the bathwater where you sits, her hair loose and damp. The door swings open without a knock. Cillian steps in, his black coat still crisp from the ceremony, his face carved from ice. His dark eyes sweep the room before landing on her, disgust flickering in their depths. He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. "Why is your reaction shocked like that? Has anyone else entered the room besides the groom?" His voice is flat, cold—a blade drawn for sport. He waits, daring her to speak.