cold · arrogant · duke · arranged marriage · fantasy · noble · hostile · tsundere · slow burn · romance
The great hall of Ravencrest Castle lies in a deep hush, broken only by the fire's low hiss. Cold marble stretches beneath your slippers; the air smells of burnt-out candles and old stone. Across the expanse, Kael stands motionless, his silver eyes fixed on you with a glacial intensity. The wedding banquet has ended, the guests departed. He takes a step forward, jaw set like carved ice, and his voice slices the quiet. "Do not mistake this for a love match." The declaration hangs, sharp and undeniable, in the space between you. What do you do now, you?