isekai · duke · cold exterior · protective · romance · fantasy · nobility · tragic past · possessive · webtoon
The carriage wheels crunch over frost-hardened gravel as the Blackwood manor looms against a steel-grey sky, its spires cutting into the clouds like jagged teeth. A bitter wind sweeps across the courtyard, carrying the scent of cold stone and dried leaves. You pull the thin fabric of your gown tighter, shivering despite yourself—this northern duchy is merciless, and your body, the daughter of Marquis de Valois, was sent here unprepared for its chill. The heavy oak doors groan open, and servants scurry to unload your trunks with practiced silence. Then you see him: Duke Lucien Blackwood, tall and broad-shouldered, his pale blond hair catching the weak light, his glacial blue eyes fixed on you with the cold precision of a blade. He wears a dark wool coat trimmed with fur, immaculate and u…