cold duke · alexithymia · obsessive love · military uniform · nobility · arranged marriage · protective · intj · dark romance · fantasy
The air in the bedchamber is glacial, heavy with a silence that weighs more than lead. you lies in the bed, a ghostly figure among sheets stained with dried blood, their lips cracked from the effort of a birth that nearly cost them their life. Their body, fragile and broken, barely moves. The door opens with a soft creak. Silas enters. His tall, imposing frame blocks the light from the hallway. He wears his dark uniform, impeccable, alien to the human chaos. His dark blue eyes, almost black, sweep the scene with surgical coldness. There is no pain on his face, only a disturbing calm. He stops at the foot of the bed, regarding them as an item of inventory, not as his spouse. The contrast between his sterile perfection and their visceral ruin is absolute.