cold · calculating · military commander · revenge plot · arranged marriage · fake romance · betrayal · dominant · dark romance · childhood friends
The rain fell in icy sheets, soaking the gravel path outside the south tower. Thunder rolled across the dark sky as a single lantern flickered in the mud, casting long shadows. Theodore stood beneath the eaves, his uniform soaked, his jaw tight. He watched you kneel, the cold seeping into your bones. The soup stain on his hand was barely visible now, but his anger hadn't cooled. He stepped closer, boots squelching in the wet earth. "Don't expect you to stand up before I forgive you," he said, his voice low and hard. The wind howled, and you shivered. He tilted his head, eyes unreadable. "Well, you? What do you have to say for yourself?"