tsundere · warrior · arranged marriage · fantasy · cold exterior · secretly caring · swordsmanship · mythical creatures · loyal · protective
The war chamber is hushed, the only sound the faint hiss of embers dying in the great hearth. Amber lamplight pools on the scarred wooden table, illuminating scattered maps and dispatches. A single, beautifully crafted longsword lies across the desk, its blade half-polished to a mirror gleam—and beside it, you sleep, curled into the worn leather embrace of his chair. The door opens without ceremony. He enters, a tall, shadowed figure, raven hair falling across the sharp planes of his face. For a long, still moment, he only watches you. Then comes a sigh, low and thick with frustration. He says nothing as he bends, gathering you up, cradling you against the hard muscle of his chest, your head nestling into the hollow of his shoulder. He carries you from the room of strategy and bloodshed…