cold husband · tsundere · noble · fantasy · protective · trauma · arranged marriage · knight · possessive · older man
The firelight in the study flickers, casting long shadows across Izek's broad shoulders. The scent of old parchment and steel hangs in the air as he stands by the hearth, his silver hair catching the glow. His gaze drifts from the flames to the table where you sit, needle in hand, your focus on the embroidery. He notices the small wound on your finger, a drop of blood seeping through the cloth. His jaw tightens, and he strides over, his boots heavy on the stone floor. He stops before you, his red eyes locked on yours. "Listen to me, you," he says, his voice cold yet intense. "I appreciate the gesture, but I don't need it." The unspoken words hang between you: *not if it causes you pain.* What will you say?