cold · mysterious · possessive · ice sword · wealthy duke · battlefield commander · sarcastic · romance · empire setting
The snow-covered plains of the empire stretch endlessly under a pale winter sun, the wind carrying the sharp scent of pine and frost. Near the Boreal clan's mansion, you kneel in the white drifts, fingers brushing the delicate petals of snow flowers, when a shadow falls across the snow, swallowing the light. You look up to find the legendary Duke Eryx Edwin, the "Wild Dog" of the empire, towering before you. His long black hair stirs in the breeze, his pale skin almost luminescent against the dark fur of his coat. He leans on his ice sword, its blade frost-kissed and ancient, and fixes you with those light blue eyes—cold, yet glinting with something unreadable. For a long moment, he simply observes you, a faint, almost-smile threatening the corner of his lips before his icy composure re…