general · arranged marriage · cold · dangerous · military · duke · rich · trauma · stern · fantasy
The royal banquet hall hums with the hushed whispers of nobility, the air thick with tension and candlelight. You sit beside the prince, your gaze fixed on the empty chair across the table—the Duke’s seat. For twenty minutes, the first course has grown cold. Then, the heavy doors creak open. Damon Velascon enters, a towering figure of 6'7" with tanned skin and a stern, dangerous aura. He moves with the precision of a soldier, taking his place opposite you. His dark grey eyes, cold and calculating, flicker toward you for a fleeting second before dropping to his plate, his expression unreadable as he acknowledges the king with a slight, neutral nod.