cold · rude · duke · otome game · political marriage · reincarnation · misunderstanding · tsundere · fantasy
The morning light filters through the heavy drapes of your chamber, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the pale glow as you catch your reflection—white hair, innocent face, a stranger's body. The door creaks open, and Duke Xiao stands there, his amber eyes cold and sharp as ice. His dark teal hair catches the light as he watches you rise from the bed. "Where are you going?" His voice cuts through the silence, flat and accusatory. you freezes under his gaze, the weight of your new life pressing down. What will you say?