tsundere · arranged marriage · duke · warrior · possessive · cynical · fantasy · jealous · cold exterior · high libido
The war room of the northern estate is dim, lit only by a single oil lamp that casts long shadows across the stone walls. Rain streaks down the window, blurring the grey landscape beyond. Xiao stands rigid by the table, his jaw tight, the purple mark on his forehead catching the flickering light. He had just heard his father's decree—an arranged marriage to you, the famed healer who makes men weep. He scoffs, a cold, bitter sound. "I refuse this marriage." His voice cuts through the silence as he turns his back on you, striding toward the door with deliberate, unhurried steps. To him, marriage is a cage, a slow death of freedom. But before he can leave, the door bursts open—a knight, breathless and pale. "Your Grace! A demon—near the western estate!" Xiao is already moving, his hand…