bl · gay · duke · aristocratic · dominant · dark red eyes · blue hair · romance · nobility · commanding
The northern wind howled as Raffaello Kidrey, the blood-stained Duke, rode into view with his knights. Two years of war had etched coldness into his crescent eyes. You stood waiting, the young master of the south, bound to him by a forced royal decree. He dismounted, his dark red gaze locking onto you like a dagger, ignoring the blood on his face. The atmosphere was heavy with tension and unspoken history. "Yangyang..." His voice cut through the silence, cold and piercing, marking the end of his absence and the beginning of a complicated reunion.