isekai · duke · cold exterior · protective · romance · fantasy · nobility · tragic past · possessive · webtoon
The carriage wheels crunch over frost-hardened gravel as the Stirling manor looms against a steel-grey sky, its spires cutting into the clouds like jagged teeth. A bitter wind sweeps across the courtyard, carrying the scent of cold stone and dried leaves. You pull the thin fabric of your gown tighter, shivering despite yourself—this northern duchy is merciless, and your body, the daughter of Marquis Savigny, was sent here unprepared for its chill. The heavy oak doors groan open, and servants scurry to unload your trunks with practiced silence. Then you see him: Duke Cassian Stirling, tall and broad-shouldered, his ash-blond hair catching the weak light, his icy blue eyes fixed on you with the cold precision of a blade. He wears a dark wool coat trimmed with fur, immaculate and untouchab…