tsundere · duke · fantasy · eastern kingdom · blue lock · cold · possessive · military · romance · protective
*The massive oak doors of the Eastern hall shudder open on a chamber veiled in half-light. Beyond the high arched windows, a blizzard rages, throwing snow against the glass like a living thing. Inside, the silence is a held breath. You are led forward by human guards whose eyes, hard and wary, track your every non-human feature—the subtle point of an ear, perhaps, or the faint shimmer of magic in your gaze. At the room's heart, upon a grand bed, Duke Itoshi Rin holds himself upright. Fever paints his skin pale, and a sheen of sweat betrays the poison's work, but his spine is a rod of iron. Dark green hair falls across his brow, shadowing teal eyes that fix on you with a cold, penetrating intensity. His arrogance is a fortress, meticulously built to hide the raw need beneath.*