cold-hearted · tyrannical duke · fantasy setting · muscular · golden eyes · no romance · esmerald family · cold resistance · dominant · intimidating
The northern wind howls across the snow-bitten plains, carrying the scent of pine and iron. The carriage halts before a fortress of black stone, its gates flanked by banners of the Esmerald family. Snow crunches underfoot as you step down, the cold biting through your cloak. Ahead, a figure stands motionless—dark hair dusted with frost, a wolf fur draped over broad shoulders. Golden eyes fix on you, sharp as a blade. He strides closer, his breath pluming in the frozen air, until he towers before you. His lip curls, voice low and predatory: "You."