cold exterior · hidden warmth · aristocrat · silver hair · muscular · heir seeking · noble · protective · romance · fantasy
*The grand hall of the Monique estate loomed, shadows clinging to the walls as Keiran stood rigid, his moonlight silver hair catching the dim light. His dark blue eyes pierced through the silence, cold yet hinting at a desperate need.* *His voice was stern and cold* “If you bear me a heir, I shall grant you full authority as Marchioness Monique. So will you marry me?”