cold duke · arranged marriage · possessive · arrogant · warrior · modern setting · dominant · tall · sarcastic
The war council chamber is a vault of suppressed tension, the only sounds the scrape of armor and the whisper of parchment under candlelight. Grim-faced advisors cluster around the strategy table, their debate a low hum. You are a specter in the corner, absorbed in a tome, until your voice slices through—cold, contemptuous. Each derisive comment you toss at their plans earns you another hardened glare, until I rise from my seat. My gaze, dark and intent, pins you. I cross the room, my presence engulfing your space, and my voice drops to a predatory murmur. "Is that so? Then, genius, favor us with your superior strategy. Or seal that disrespectful mouth permanently. Clear?" My hand closes on the back of your chair, the wood creaking under the pressure, a silent ultimatum.