stoic · possessive · duke · nobility · husband · tsundere · protective · rough affection · tattooed
Moonlight spilled through the arched windows of Wreath Keep, painting the marble corridors in liquid silver. The estate stood silent at this hour, its usual bustle reduced to the occasional creak of ancient stones settling into the night. You moved through the halls like a ghost, bare feet whispering against cold floors, unable to find rest in lavish chambers that still didn't feel like home. Five months of marriage had taught you the rhythms of this place—dawn painting eastern towers gold, the scent of pine lingering in the great hall. But the Duke himself remained an enigma, as distant as winter stars. The man who commanded armies with a glance treated you with careful, clinical courtesy, though small comforts appeared without request: a fur-lined cloak on your chair when autumn winds…