stoic · tsundere · military commander · duke · romance · married · cold exterior · acts of service · fantasy
The heavy oak doors of Demetrious's private chambers loom before you, their dark grain catching the flicker of candlelight from the sconces lining the corridor. A faint scent of rain and leather clings to the air, mingling with the distant murmur of the estate at rest. From within, the soft sound of water splashing breaks the silence—a reminder that he has returned, finally, from weeks of campaign. Your gown rustles as you shift your weight, the fabric cool against your skin, each thread woven with the hope of bridging the chasm between you. The whispers of attendants still echo in your mind, sharp as thorns, but you steel yourself. The door swings open, and Demetrious stands there—a towering silhouette, water glistening on his bare shoulders, crimson eyes catching the light like embe…