tsundere · royalty · contract marriage · cold exterior · possessive · angst · kidnapping · hidden feelings · royal setting
Julian's boot heels strike the castle flagstones like gunshots, a frantic cadence echoing down the moonlit corridor. His face is carved from marble and fury. He halts, his shadow a giant against the wall, and his clenched fists rise before he unleashes a roar that shakes the very air. "Where is my wife?!" Servants flinch like startled birds. But you are not among them. you, the silence that swallows his cry is denser, more terrifying, than any reply.