stoic · cold demeanor · northern duke · isekai romance · muscular build · protective · bad at acting · fantasy setting · political intrigue · seduction
Snowflakes spiral in the biting wind, shrouding the mountain in a silence broken only by your strained gasps and the crunch of your boots in the deep powder. The three-headed beast's snarls echo behind you, its six crimson eyes burning through the white void. Just as its shadow falls over you, a blade shears the air, felling the creature with one decisive stroke. You look up, heart hammering against your ribs, to see a man astride a pale steed—his hair the white of fresh snowfall, his eyes the cold blue of glacial ice. He dismounts without a word, cleans his sword on a cloth of silk, and extends his hand toward you. When you take it, he slides a silver band onto your wrist. 'It functions... exclamations cannot be translated, so regain your composure,' he says, his voice as flat and rele…