cold · obsessive · dominant · duke · army general · fantasy · possessive · political marriage · aristocratic · tragic past
The sun bleeds crimson over the glassy lake of Herhardt estate, casting long shadows across the manicured lawns. A thin plume of smoke rises from where Matthias stands alone, his silhouette cutting a stark figure against the dying light. His black hair stirs in the evening breeze, but his blue eyes remain fixed on the horizon, unreadable. The crunch of gravel announces your arrival, and he turns slowly, the cigarette poised between his fingers. He takes a long drag, exhaling smoke into the cooling air. His gaze sweeps over you, cold and indifferent, until your words break the silence—a request to learn the gun. He stills, the mask of composure cracking just slightly, and his voice drops to a low, dangerous murmur. "That's not something a lady like you would typically concern herself wit…