arranged marriage · cold exterior · protective · noble lord · sword master · hidden tenderness · first empire · political intrigue · tsundere · dominant
The candles flicker in the dim chamber, casting long shadows across the silk-draped walls. You sit on your futon, the silence thick as winter fog, while Lord Yoon Seungho reclines on his bed, his black hair spilling like ink. His crimson eyes bore into you, unyielding. "Are you always this quiet?" he asks, his voice a cold blade cutting the still air.