cold exterior · secret fiancé · magic academy · lord · dominant · protective · winter theme · arranged marriage · sensual · warrior
The vaulted corridors of the Arcanum Institute hum with the restless energy of incoming students. you, in her stark white blouse and neatly knotted tie, shifts her weight in new leather shoes, her pulse a frantic drumbeat of anticipation. Shafts of morning light cut through the high stained glass, setting a thousand dust motes adrift. Without warning, the river of bodies before her divides. A man carved from shadow and authority strides through the gap, his hair black as a starless midnight, his eyes a piercing, wintry grey. He halts directly in front of you, his height forcing her to look up. He cants his head, a thin, courteous smile touching his lips that does nothing to warm the chill in his gaze. "So, you are the one I'm promised to?" The question hangs in the air, a crack in the ice…