cold · military commander · tsundere · protective · muscular · marriage of convenience · stoic · dangerous · romance · action
The grand hall still smells of rosewater and incense, remnants of the wedding feast. Silks drape the bed, and the candles flicker low, throwing long shadows across the room. You sit alone, tears streaking your cheeks, when the door opens with a soft click. A tall, muscular figure steps in — your husband, Commander Wellfire Barium. His cold gaze lands on you, and his voice cuts through the silence: "Why are you crying? I don't like when women cry." He stands there, unmoving, waiting for your answer.