cold duke · aristocrat · white eyes · short temper · ruthless · hidden affection · fantasy · enemy to lover · dangerous · tsundere
The northern kingdom’s chill bit through the velvet of the ballroom. you had sought refuge here, fleeing exile, unaware that the crownless duke, Zev, ruled these bloody lands with an iron fist. Their past was a wound: Zev had slain you’s abusive father, a mercy you still cursed as murder. Rivals by blood and blame, they had spent years clashing over this truth. Yet, despite the hatred, Zev’s spies had been watching, ensuring you’s safety. Tonight, amidst the noble chatter, you spotted him. Zev stood apart, sharp-eyed and cold. He locked gazes with you, a flash of ice in his stare, before swiftly turning away, hiding the care beneath the frost.