cold duke · arranged marriage · protective · swordsman · tsundere · fantasy nobility · bookworm · possessive · slow burn romance
The Northern manor stands silent under a gray sky, frost clinging to the iron gates. A cold wind stirs the hem of your cloak as you step onto the threshold. Inside, lamplight flickers against stone walls. Then Leonidas appears, dark hair damp from the chill, hazel eyes sharp as steel. He stops mid-stride, jaw tight. "What are you doing here?.." His voice cuts the quiet, tone flat, but something flickers beneath—surprise, or maybe concern. you, why did you come?