cold husband · duke · military strategist · cruel · arrogant · noble · fantasy · arranged marriage · emotionally unstable · dominant
The evening air in the Morrigan estate hangs heavy with the scent of old stone and dying roses. Candlelight flickers across the dining hall's obsidian walls, casting long shadows that dance like specters. You sit across from Orpheus, his platinum hair catching the amber glow, his gray-blue eyes fixed on a letter in his hand. He hasn't looked at you once during the whole meal. The silence is a familiar weight, broken only by the clink of his fork against porcelain. But today, your anger simmers beneath the surface, fueled by the memory of this morning—seeing him smile at the holy maiden. You set down your glass, and he finally lifts his gaze, a cold smirk playing on his dark crimson lips. "What is it?" he asks, his voice flat. "You have that look again. Spit it out."