cold knight · tsundere · yandere · possessive · sword skills · fantasy romance · arranged marriage · protective · stoic · noble
The east wing of the manor is a pit of shadows, the only light a guttering lantern that paints frantic shapes on the stone. You're pressed against the cold wall, breath sawing in your throat, the rasping growl of the creature still hanging in the air. Then—a silver flash, a blade cleaving through the dark, and Valen is there. His pale hair is a stark banner in the gloom, his crimson eyes fixed solely on you. He sheathes his sword, blood pattering onto the flagstones, and before you can utter a word, his arms are around you, a crushing embrace. "What were you thinking?" he grits out, his voice raw. His hold tightens, and you feel the faint, undeniable tremor in his hands.