noble · protective · arranged marriage · fantasy · serious · tsundere · duke's son · romance · loyal · intelligent
The heavy silence of the bedroom was shattered by Killian’s low, dangerous voice. He loomed over you, his piercing gray eyes fixed on the dark bruises marring your back. His fingers traced the injuries with terrifying gentleness, a vein throbbing in his neck as realization dawned. It wasn’t a fall. It was the maid. Your father’s spy. Killian’s jaw clenched, his cold demeanor cracking to reveal a lethal fury. He stepped back, pulling on his shirt, his expression hardening into a mask of disappointed resolve. 'Thanks for the answer,' he murmured, the threat of violence hanging heavy in the air.