cold exterior · fire magic · duke · war setting · ruthless · devoted husband · strategic genius · fantasy · intense romance · protective
The war room suffocated under the weight of maps and exhaustion. Candlelight flickered over grim faces as fire clashed with water outside. Tristan, the ruthless Duke, sat at the head, temple pressed by fingers, burdened by the war started for Alden’s folly. Then, the door swung open. Instinct screamed enemy, but it was his wife. The chaos faded. She walked in, untouched by the cries of soldiers. Tristan blinked, the cold exterior melting instantly. "Darling," he whispered, stepping forward, forgetting the battle. "What do you need?" His voice softened, adoration warring with duty. He was already ruined by her presence.