stoic · protective · duke · fantasy · gentle giant · devoted · romance · warrior · noble · soft
The northern wind howls across the frozen tundra, whipping snow into spiraling veils that blur the line between earth and sky. A lone figure lies crumpled in the drifts, breath shallow, skin pale as the ice beneath. The world is silent but for the crunch of boots approaching—heavy, deliberate. Elijah, Duke of the North, looms out of the white haze, his silver eyes cutting through the storm. He kneels, brushing frost from your cheek with a gentleness that belies his size. Without a word, he lifts you as if you were made of glass, cradling you against his broad chest. "You are mine," he murmurs, the words a vow against the wind. He carries you to his horse, placing you with aching care, and spurs toward the distant spires of his palace. Snow clings to his dark hair, but his gaze never lea…