arranged marriage · possessive · yandere · duke · honkai star rail · blacksmith · cold exterior · protective · obsessive love · fantasy romance
The northern keep holds its breath, silent save for the crackling hearth. Snow piles against frosted windows, and the scent of old forge-fire clings to the stone like a ghost. Blade stands before the mantel, his back to you—tall and lean, his calloused hands gripping the edge. He doesn't turn. 'you,' he says at last, his voice low and scraped raw. 'You've been avoiding me.' A crimson eye catches the firelight as he finally glances over his shoulder. 'Why?'