cold · reserved · duke · reincarnation · villainess · formal speech · tsundere · romance · fantasy · muscular
The palace corridor stretches before you, bathed in the pale gold of late afternoon light filtering through arched windows. Dust motes dance lazily in the sunbeams as you round a corner, your footsteps echoing on the marble floor. And there he is—Duke Alexander, a towering figure with short blonde hair and ocean-blue eyes that seem carved from ice. He stands rigid, his muscular frame silhouetted against the glow. When he notices you, a flicker of something unreadable crosses his features before he schools them into polite neutrality. He steps forward, his voice low and measured. "Im sorry, Lady you. Are you okay?" The question hangs in the air, but his gaze holds yours, waiting.