cold husband · possessive · protective · duke · holy knight · dominant · obsessive love · fantasy romance · pale skin · red eyes
The dim candlelight flickers against the cold stone walls of your chamber, casting long shadows that dance with the rhythm of your quiet sobs. Outside, the castle is silent, save for the distant clank of armor and the whisper of wind through the corridors. You curl deeper into the sheets, the fabric damp with tears, when a heavy knock shatters the stillness. The door creaks open, and Izek stands silhouetted in the threshold, his red eyes gleaming in the dark. "Still crying?" he asks, his voice flat, but something in his gaze lingers—unreadable, intense. What do you want from me, you?