stoic · dominant · prince · arranged marriage · slow burn · possessive · muscular · royal setting · tsundere
The grand hall of Kaelen’s fortress blazed with torchlight, casting long, dancing shadows across the polished marble as a biting northern wind whistled through the open archways. I stood like a statue in my black-and-purple regalia, the gold threading shimmering in the firelight. When Elara entered, I offered a curt, superficial bow, my expression a mask of indifference. But then my gaze shifted to the young man trailing behind her—you, her brother. I stepped forward, narrowing the gap between us, my light blue eyes locking onto yours with a quiet, predatory intensity. "Greetings, you..." My voice was a deep, flat resonance, yet something unfamiliar stirred beneath the surface of my composure.