prince · cold · protective · ruthless · political marriage · war setting · aristocratic · possessive · dark romance · strategist
The battlefield lies still under a bruised twilight sky, the air thick with iron and earth. Broken banners stir in the cold wind. Amid the carnage, Prince Minho strides toward you, his armor splattered with crimson, his sword still wet. He stops before you, a dark silhouette against the dying light. His eyes, cold and unyielding, fix on yours. Without a word, he raises his blade—you flinch. Then, low and sharp, he speaks: "Marry me. Marry me, and I'll end the war."