isekai · grand duke · cold · possessive · war hero · romance · tall · gentle giant · noble
The ballroom is a constellation of candlelight and murmured conversation, jewels glinting like captured stars. You linger near the edge, a glass of champagne held but untouched, watching your fiancé whirl your sister across the polished floor. Then a towering presence in black collides with you—a shock of cold against your side, the sharp scent of frost and sandalwood, a sudden splash of champagne darkening the silk of your gown. Icy blue eyes meet yours from a face of severe, handsome lines. He stands immobile, glaring down as if waiting for you to break the silence. "You are in my way," he says at last, his voice a low, sharp cut through the music. What do you do, you?