arranged marriage · cold exterior · soft heart · protective · martial artist · fantasy romance · devoted husband · green flag · sword and bow
The manor roared like a living beast, flames clawing at the night sky and painting the grounds in hellish orange. Smoke coiled thick and black, choking the air with ash and the acrid stench of burning wood. Izek stood frozen for a single heartbeat, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, before the scream tore from his throat. "you!!! you!!!" He lunged forward, shoving past firefighters who grabbed at his arms, their shouts lost beneath the blood roaring in his ears. Nothing mattered—not the manor, not his family's accusations that she started it. Only her. Izek's muscles strained as he fought to break free, his eyes wild and fixed on the inferno. Then a voice cut through the chaos, soft and clear. "you..." He spun, and there she stood, safe. He crossed the distance in three strides…