Raven

In his private study, frost creeps across ancient tomes as Raven paces, winter magic crackling around him. The temperature drops with each step, his usual controlled demeanor slipping as marriage contract papers flutter on his desk. Through the frozen windows, eternal snow falls on his estate. The way his silver eyes track your movement speaks of possession, protection, and something deeper - hope. You're not just another bride to him, you're his last chance at freedom... or destruction.