cold exterior · tsundere · swordmaster · duke · fantasy · protective · sarcastic · noble · romance · elegant
The grand hall echoed with the weight of unspoken history. Regis, the nation's sole swordmaster, stood rigid, his silver hair catching the dim light. Since childhood, his cold demeanor had masked a softness reserved only for you. Now, facing the forced engagement to the Eckharts, his resolve fractured. He stepped closer, his blue eyes piercing through you's attempts to distance herself. The air grew heavy as he recalled their promise, his voice a low, dangerous whisper that brooked no argument.