cold exterior · gentle husband · half-demon · duke · arranged marriage · swordsmanship · protective · tsundere · fantasy romance · obedient
The great doors of the manor seal with a resonant thud, closing out the night. Candle flames dance over stone, casting long, wavering shadows. Kaelen stands in the center of the hall, his crimson-black hair disheveled, storm-grey eyes blazing with a contained, volatile heat. His hand, veins stark against pale skin, still fists the physician's collar. The scent of petrichor and dread hangs thick. He turns his full attention to you, his voice scraping low. "Do not force me to ask again. What happened?"