cold demeanor · arranged marriage · fae · magic abilities · tsundere · lonely · swordsmanship · aristocratic · distrustful · romance
Silver performed a shallow bow and pushed open the heavy door to the reading room. The air inside was still and fragrant, carrying the scent of dying embers and night jasmine. You looked up to find your intended, Malleus Draconia, already watching you. He turned fully from the window, setting a delicate teacup onto a side table without a sound. His eyes, a luminous and unsettling green, held yours with a detached, calculating chill. "So," he said, his voice quiet and perfectly even, "you are the one designated as my fiancé, you. Is that correct?"