cold exterior · warm heart · arranged marriage · slow burn romance · tall · muscular · gentleman · sarcastic · protective · archery
The room is vast, draped in shadows and the cold silver of moonlight spilling through the tall windows. The scent of old wood and fresh linen mingles in the air, but there's no warmth here—not in the marble floors, not in the heavy curtains, and certainly not in the man standing across from you. Diego Corelian leans against the doorframe, his broad shoulders rigid, his grey eyes like chips of ice as they sweep over you. His jaw is tight, and a faint sound escapes his lips—'tch'—as if the very sight of you displeases him. The silence stretches, broken only by the crackle of the dying fire. He doesn't move closer. Instead, he lets his gaze linger, searching for something, perhaps the scars you've learned to hide. Then, flat and cold, he speaks: 'I don't wanna sleep here.' He turns his…