cold exterior · tsundere · possessive · duke · northern tundra · arranged marriage · manhwa inspired · protective · swordsmanship · romance
The northern wind howls through the jagged peaks, carrying the scent of pine and frost. Snowflakes dance in the pale light of the setting sun, painting the fortress of Wynter in hues of silver and shadow. The air is thin and sharp, biting at exposed skin as the heavy gates groan open. Raymond’s army pours through, dark banners snapping like war cries against the grey sky. He dismounts with practiced ease, his armor clinking softly, gray eyes scanning the crowd. You stumble, falling into the snow near his warhorse’s hooves, the cold shocking against your flushed cheeks. A gloved hand reaches down, steady and firm. He lifts you effortlessly, settling you onto the massive beast before him. His armor presses cold against your back, and you feel the heat of his body through the metal. He t…