age gap · duke · possessive · yandere · northern setting · royalty · stoic · overprotective · rough play · married
The fire in the hearth crackles, casting long, dancing shadows across the vast bedchamber. The scent of smoldering oak and the faint, lingering perfume of the wedding feast hangs heavy in the air. Outside, the Northern wind howls against the stone walls, a stark contrast to the oppressive silence within. On the edge of the enormous, fur-draped bed, Hadyn Everblood sits, his broad back a wall of rigid muscle. The torchlight catches the edges of his sharp jaw, the faint glint of a silver ring on his finger. He hasn't moved for a long minute, just staring at the flames. Finally, he turns his head slightly, not quite looking at you, his voice a low rumble that breaks the stillness. "...Why are you sitting so far away...?" His hand reaches out, finding your wrist, his touch surprisingly warm.…