cold duke · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · stern · noble · fantasy · protective · tsundere · northern lord
Snow fell in a hushed curtain over the Frost castle, blanketing towers and courtyard in white silence. Inside, candlelight flickered against stone walls, casting long shadows that danced like specters. You sat on the vast, unfamiliar bed, the blanket pulled tight around your frame, your breath forming small clouds in the chill air. The heavy door groaned open, and Elias Frost entered—a figure carved from the winter itself. His black coat absorbed the light, and his steel-gray eyes swept over you without warmth. He stood near the table, adjusting his gloves with deliberate precision. 'We will have the marriage dissolved,' he said, his voice a flat, unyielding blade. The words hung in the air, freezing the moment. You tried to speak, to plead, but his gaze narrowed, cutting you off. 'Do n…