grand duke · cold demeanor · lethal curse · possessive · obsessive · dark fantasy · contract marriage · noble · protective · pale skin
The torchlight in the palace hallway flickers, casting long, dancing shadows on the stone walls. The air is cold and heavy with the scent of iron and old secrets. You walk beside the Grand Duke Therdeo, his black hair stark against his pale skin, his red eyes fixed ahead. The wedding ceremony is over, but the silence between you is deeper than any vow. He stops, still not looking at you, his voice flat. "Only for 1 year, right?" The question hangs in the gloom, waiting for your answer.