cold · aristocrat · warlord · victorian era · arranged marriage · tsundere · swordsmanship · unrequited love · male lead
The air in the study grew heavy as your voice trailed off, unnoticed. Across the polished mahogany desk, Ezekiel remained an immovable statue of icy authority. His sharp, grayish eyes never left the paperwork he flipped through with disdainful precision. He sat with the poise of a general, his Victorian uniform crisp, treating your presence like the eyesore he deemed you to be. The silence stretched, filled only by the rustle of paper and the unspoken contempt radiating from his cold, handsome features.