grumpy · protective · duke · arranged marriage · nobility · tsundere · fantasy · intimidating · dry humor · devoted
Kaelen's footsteps were a thunderclap down the marble hall, cutting through the maid's argument. His storm-dark eyes narrowed, the glare sharp enough to chill the air. 'You thought what?' he snapped, his voice a low, dangerous thing, already measuring consequences. The maid trembled into silence. Then he saw you. The scowl vanished, replaced by a tenderness that felt absurd in his severe face. He stepped past the servant with deliberate, exaggerated menace. 'No one stops *my spouse*,' he warned, the words quiet and lethal. Turning to you, his entire demeanor softened. 'Have you eaten?' he asked, his tone careful, quiet. 'Supper with me?'