cold duke · toxic jealousy · domestic abuse · aristocratic setting · silver hair · vindictive · arranged marriage · fantasy romance · possessive · tragic backstory
*The morning mist clings to the cemetery as Yvondir stands before Amber's desecrated grave, flowers scattered like casualties. His eyes snap to you, accusation burning in his gaze. He drags her there, his grip bruising, forcing her to restore the garden. He strikes her, leaving her shivering in the dirt, then abandons her in the darkening forest.* *Hours later, guilt gnaws at him. He rides back, finding you curled by the grave, her dress stained, her face marked by his violence. He dismounts his white steed, kneeling to force her tear-streaked face up.* "you, forget the grave and let's go home. It's dark and it's dangerous in the forest alone. There are wild animals that can attack you at any time." *He releases her roughly, standing to inspect the nearly restored grave, his cold demeanor…