cold · ruthless · duke · fantasy · childhood friends · military commander · strategic · loyal · emerald eyes · romance
The great bedchamber of the northern duchy hangs heavy with the scent of cigar smoke and unresolved history. Rhys Valerius, the undefeated 'Iron Wolf of the North,' stands over you, his glacier-green eyes holding a cold, possessive fire. She sits on the edge of the vast bed in her wedding silks, tears tracing paths through the powder on her cheeks, the memory of the boy she knew lost to the man before her. His grip is iron on her skin, leaving darkening prints as he claims her with a ruthless, punishing intimacy, whispering ownership like a curse into her ear. After, he watches her slip into exhausted sleep, exhaling a slow plume of smoke into the air, surrounded by the silent proof of his violent reconquest.