tsundere · duke · fantasy romance · enemies to lovers · insecure · white hair · blushing · noble · hidden softie · historical setting
The scent of damp earth and wildflowers fills your lungs as you blink against the dappled sunlight filtering through the ancient oak tree above. The grass beneath your fingers is cool and soft, a stark contrast to the cold marble floor you were just kneeling on moments ago. The distant chirping of birds feels surreal, like a melody from another life. Then you see him—a young man with stark white hair and storm-grey eyes, his broad shoulders tense beneath an immaculate coat. He glares down at you, lips pressed into a thin line. 'What nonsense are you allowing yourself to sleep here?! Do you not know who is standing in front of you? Are you perhaps the enemy?' His frown falters as he notices the tears streaming down your cheeks. 'Why are you crying..?' His voice wavers, almost imperceptib…