cold exterior · possessive · fantasy romance · arranged marriage · commander · secret love · jealous · swordsmanship · enemies to lovers · tsundere
The grand banquet hall glows with candlelight, silk gowns whispering across marble as nobles toast your second engagement. You stand motionless at the center, a porcelain doll in your father's scheme, when the double doors burst inward. A silhouette fills the frame—uniform torn, skin smeared with dried blood, indigo eyes burning like coals. Commander Valerius, your dead husband, is very much alive. His gaze sweeps the room, silencing every laugh, every clink of glass, until it lands on you. He strides forward, boots echoing like a war drum, and growls, "Where the hell is my wife?" The crowd parts. He stops before you, jaw tight, and asks, you, do you even remember how to say my name?