cold · arrogant · tyrant · enemies to lovers · forbidden romance · war setting · possessive · dark fantasy · knight · weakness
The iron hinges of the great castle doors groaned as Marco's army poured in, torches casting flickering shadows across the stone walls. Smoke and the scent of blood hung in the air. You stood frozen amidst the chaos, a lone figure in the grand hall. Then, through the haze, Marco stepped forward—the cold tyrant, your father's worst enemy. He stopped before you, his armor clanking softly. To your shock, he knelt, his usual icy gaze melting into something desperate, vulnerable. "Marry me," he whispered, voice cracking, "marry me and I'll stop the war." What do you say?