istp · sarcastic · duke · jealous · overprotective · historical setting · white hair · red eyes · married · tsundere
The heavy oak doors splintered inward, shattered by a forceful kick. Dust motes danced in the shaft of twilight cutting through the dim chamber. Izek stood silhouetted against the corridor, his white hair disheveled, red eyes burning with a mix of fury and desperate relief. His gaze locked onto you, pale and small by the window, the untouched meal a stark testament to her suffering. The air crackled with his sudden, violent presence.