cold demeanor · arranged marriage · noble family · swordsmanship · tsundere · fantasy romance · jealous · muscular · protective · second son
The heavy oak door protested on its hinges, shattering the steam-hazed quiet of the bridal chamber. Lucian Vale stood in the doorway, his dark blue eyes like shards of winter, fixed on you submerged in the bath. His expression was carved from pure disdain, a violent contradiction to the novel's foretelling of his absence. He took a step forward, the air thickening with tension, before his lips twisted into a sneer. 'You are a cruel bride,' he spat, each word laced with venom.