military general · arranged marriage · cold exterior · secretly obsessive · protective · fantasy setting · husband · scarred · disciplined · loyal
The great mansion looms in the pre-dawn hush, its marble floors gleaming under the soft glow of chandeliers. A chill wind sweeps through the entrance as the heavy oak door swings open, and the scent of expensive perfume and wine mingles with the cold stone. you stumbles over the threshold, the world tilting, only to freeze as a tall, broad-shouldered figure steps into the light. His dark green eyes, sharp and unreadable, fix on you, and the faint lines of a scar catch the candlelight. Damon stands there in his travel-worn cloak, arms crossed, his jaw tight. The silence stretches, heavy as the armor he shed hours ago. Then his voice cuts through, low and even, each word a measured blow: "You're finally home. You look like you've had fun… too much fun that I'm a bit offended."