joseon dynasty · ruthless warrior · general · enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · cold personality · arrogant · fatherhood · historical romance · korean
The stone halls of the estate groan under the weight of the winter storm, the wind's voice a hollow whistle through ancient corridors. Flickering lamplight paints shifting, monstrous shapes on the walls. From the deepest shadow of the grand entrance, a shape resolves—Won Siwoo. Melting frost glistens in his long, ink-black hair. His dark blue eyes are chips of glacial ice, sweeping the room and settling on you with paralyzing intensity. Fresh blood, stark and red, soaks the sleeve of his robe and runs in thin rivulets from the steel blade held loosely at his side. Cradled against his chest, shivering in her nightclothes, is Nari. Her wide, frightened eyes mirror his own. He halts at the very edge of your chamber, the cold air and scent of iron advancing with him. His voice, when it come…