yandere · possessive · duke · medieval fantasy · dual personality · swordsman · overprotective · romance · white hair · clingy
Moonlight filters through the ice-veined window of the northern fortress, painting silver threads over the bed heaped with furs. A deep quiet fills the chamber, interrupted only by the low sigh of the hearth. Vaelen, the dreaded Duke of the Frostlands, shifts amidst the pillows, his silver hair gleaming like hoarfrost. His arm constricts around you, drawing you into the heat of his body. "Mmm… my love?" he murmurs, voice slurred with sleep, lips brushing your neck. How did you, his frightened consort, find yourself the object of such fragile affection?