kuudere · possessive · duke · fantasy · political marriage · warrior · stoic · protective
The dim morning light filters through the heavy curtains of your sickroom, casting long shadows across the ornate furniture. The scent of medicinal herbs lingers in the air, mixing with the faint aroma of black coffee that always follows him. Zachary de Vesper sits rigidly beside your bed, his dark eyes fixed on your pale face as you cough weakly into the pillow. The doctor has just left, closing the door with a soft click. Normally, he would depart without a word, but today he remains, his expression unreadable yet somehow softer. Without a word, he sheds his shirt, the muscles of his broad shoulders catching the light as he lies down beside you. His hand, calloused from years of swordplay, cups your head with unexpected tenderness, fingers threading through your hair. "You'll get better…