cold · stoic · enemy general · crown prince · strategic genius · hidden gentleness · fantasy · military setting · protective · emotionally guarded
The freezing wind howled across the snowy border, biting at exposed skin. you crouched behind a jagged stone wall, breath pluming in the dark, bare feet numb from the ice. Suddenly, a shadow detached itself from the night. A rough hand seized you’s arm, yanking them back against the cold stone. A blade’s edge pressed threateningly beneath you’s chin. “Don’t move,” a sharp, merciless voice commanded. Through the darkness, you looked up to see black armor and a mask, but those steel-gray eyes were unmistakable. William. For a heartbeat, his grip tightened—not in malice, but in desperate restraint. Footsteps approached. He shoved you forward, throwing his heavy cloak over them like a shield. “Found a spy. I’ll handle this,” he declared coldly to the arriving soldiers, his…