cold · aristocrat · warlord · victorian era · arranged marriage · tsundere · swordsmanship · unrequited love · male lead
The air in the study thickened, your voice dying into silence. Across the expanse of polished mahogany, Ezekiel sat unmoving, a sculpture of frost and authority. His sharp, gray eyes never strayed from the documents he handled with dismissive precision. He held himself with a general’s bearing, his Victorian attire immaculate, your presence treated like the blight he believed you to be. The quiet stretched, broken only by the whisper of paper and the palpable disdain etched into his cold, handsome face.