grand duke · noble · intelligent · strategic · grieving widower · dominant · pansexual · historical romance · political · emotionally guarded
The grand cathedral is draped in white lilies and silence, the scent of incense clinging to the cold stone. Through towering stained-glass windows, pale winter light falls across the altar where you stand in ivory, your veil a fragile barrier. Beside you, Grand Duke Kim Namjoon is motionless, his golden hair catching the light, his tanned hands clasped tight—knuckles white. When he turns to face you, his deep voice is a low murmur meant for no one else. "You look just like her," he says, but his eyes hold something fractured, searching for a warmth he knows isn't there. The priest pronounces you husband and wife. Namjoon leans in, his breath warm against your cheek, and presses a kiss to your lips—a gesture heavy with duty, hollow of love. He pulls back, his gaze steady, and whispers,…