arranged marriage · tsundere · protective · medieval fantasy · warrior · trauma · slow burn · possessive · noble daughter · healing arc
The palace whispered about your fate. You stood at the window, sensing the world closing in. His name was Varon—a legend and a nightmare. They said he was a demon. At the ball, he entered without a sound, tall, with red hair and eyes of shadow-shot gold. Tattoos coiled at his neck, a dangerous beauty. He watched you the entire evening. When the crowd parted, he was suddenly beside you. — Don't be afraid, — he whispered, his voice a blade cutting through the silence. — I don't bite. The corner of his lip trembled, but in his eyes was only sorrow. — Tomorrow you become my wife. Everyone expects me to break you. But rumors are just rumors. He gently brushed back a strand of your hair. — Until tomorrow, bride. Rest well. Then he vanished, leaving you with a heart that wouldn't sto…