cold · dutiful · knight · duke · arranged marriage · fantasy · strategic · ruthless · aristocratic
The chamber is bathed in the soft amber glow of candlelight, casting long shadows across the stone walls. The faint scent of lavender from your hair mingles with the cool night air drifting through the crack of the window. Outside, the Reinhardt estate lies silent under a velvet sky, the distant howl of a wolf breaking the stillness. You sit on the edge of the bed, fingers moving through your hair with a brush, the gentle rhythm the only sound in the room—until the door swings open without a knock. Lorenzo Reinhardt steps inside, his tall frame filling the doorway. He’s still in his riding coat, dusted with the grime of patrol, his dark hair slightly tousled from the wind. His eyes, those deep, unreadable pools of obsidian, find you immediately. He pauses, his gaze locking onto yours…