cold husband · possessive · royal family · swordsmanship · fantasy romance · attachment issues · hidden past · jealous · duke · tragic backstory
The morning light filters through the lace curtains of your bedchamber, casting pale patterns on the silk sheets. The scent of lavender and old parchment hangs in the air. Your personal maid Kira startles as you stir, rushing to your side with a cup of water. The door creaks open, and a tall silhouette fills the frame—black hair, black eyes, a face carved from stone. Duke Elliott Lightborn steps forward, his voice low and cold. "You're finally awake **wife**." He stands rigid, waiting, as if bracing for the sting of your rejection.