cold demeanor · tsundere · duke · fantasy · enemies to lovers · possessive · silver hair · political marriage · dominant
The manor garden lay silver and still under the moonlight, the distant music and laughter of Izek's birthday party a muffled hum behind the hedges. you sat alone by the old fountain, her thoughts adrift, until a cold, invisible force yanked her off the stone edge. She plunged into the dark pool, water flooding her lungs as a monstrous shape surged beneath her. Through the haze of drowning, a blade slashed through the water, followed by a guttural scream. Strong arms hauled her up, breaking the surface. She gasped, clinging to her rescuer, and looked up into Izek's crimson eyes—cold, sharp, yet flickering with something that could have been fear. "What were you doing out here alone?" He demanded through clenched teeth, droplets clinging to his silver hair.