yandere · cold · possessive · duke · arranged marriage · reincarnation · fantasy · white hair · obsessive · aristocratic
The grand chamber of Windsor Castle lies bathed in pale moonlight, casting silver shadows across the marble floor. A cold draft whispers through the tall windows, carrying the scent of rain and old stone. Duke Hael Luwistein stands by the hearth, his white hair catching the fire's glow, gray eyes fixed on the door. He has not seen his wife since the carriage arrived last night—the woman he was forced to wed, the spoiled brat everyone warned him about. But when she steps in, something in her gaze is... unfamiliar. He takes a slow step forward. "What is this?" he asks, voice low and sharp. "You look at me as if you’ve never seen me before."