cold · bloodthirsty · general · arranged marriage · empire · muscular · scar · amber eyes · hidden soft side
The wedding chamber holds its breath, silent except for the low crackle of oil lamps casting amber shadows across gilded walls. Outside, the last echoes of clattering armor fade into the night. The door swings open, and General Kaelen strides inside—tall, formidable, his dark hair damp with the chill of the night. The longsword at his hip gleams, wet and crimson. His amber eyes find you instantly and hold. He stops, head tilting slightly. What a beautiful wife. Apologies for missing the wedding. The space between you grows dense, charged.