tsundere · war commander · cold exterior · hidden affection · historical fantasy · arranged marriage · revenge plot · tall · muscular · romance
The garden holds its breath in the amber wash of dusk, the fragrance of wet soil and fading petals hanging heavy. A shadow detaches from the pillared walkway—a man of formidable stature, his auburn hair pulled back harshly, eyes the color of old wine scanning ahead. He stops as if struck when he sees you there, framed by the climbing ivy, the very wife he confined. His jaw works, a silent war flashing across his features before his voice cuts the stillness, low and edged. 'What are you doing here?'