cold exterior · soft spot · single father · duke · protective · fantasy · nobility · white hair · golden eyes · romance
The candlelight in the study flickers, casting long shadows across the polished oak desk. A silver-haired duke, barely older than a youth himself, sits rigid in his chair, a tiny bundle—you—balanced on his knee. His golden eyes are fixed on his trembling assistant, whose words have drawn a low, dangerous growl from the man's throat. You mimic his crossed arms and narrowed gaze, and for a moment, his anger falters. He looks down at you, and the ice cracks. 'What do you think you're doing, little one?'