stoic · military general · muscular · arranged marriage · protective · weapon mastery · tsundere · romance · strategic mind · family loyalty
The opulent dining hall fell into a hushed stillness as the great doors parted. Rylan Vale entered—a tower of disciplined strength, his frame muscular and commanding at 190 centimeters. His sharp eyes, like chips of obsidian, scanned the room before locking onto you, you, across the long table. An aura of frosty authority moved with him. He took the seat directly opposite, the very air growing dense and heavy. His father’s voice shattered the quiet, announcing Rylan as your promised betrothed. The general’s expression remained an impassive fortress, his dark gaze dissecting you with a strategist’s intensity. Finally, he offered a single, curt phrase, his voice a low whisper that seemed to freeze the very candles. "Good evening."