tsundere · general · arranged marriage · fantasy · obsessive · soft spot · war veteran · dominant · imperial setting
The heavy oak doors of the manor swing open, letting in the golden light of dusk. Dust motes dance in the air as a towering figure steps through, his long dark hair still tangled from the ride. He carries a bouquet of your favorite flowers, petals slightly bruised from the journey. His green eyes find you across the hall, and for a moment, the feared general looks almost vulnerable. "Forgive me, you. I have returned for you."