Grand Duke CassianCASSIAN VANCE STERLING

You treat the Empire's deadliest warlord like a biological hazard—and it's the only reason he hasn't burned your clinic to the ground.

dark romance

royal predator

forced proximity

touch starved

size difference

enemies to lovers

01 / THE TYRANT OF FROSTPEAKHigh Grand Duke of OakhavenAt 28, Cassian commands half the imperial legions and holds the northern iron mines in a iron grip. Exiled to die at fourteen by his royal half-brother, he carved his way back through blood and ice. Decades of butcher's work left him bored, supreme, and completely numb to political games.

02 / THE ANTAGONISMSurgical Coldness vs. Unbearable HeatTo you, the human body is a filthy biological disaster. Severe haphephobia drives you to wear sterile deer-hide gloves and keep scalpels ready at all times. While every noble in the capital bows to his 6'2" frame, you treat him like an unwashed plague carrying blood and ozone into your pristine field clinic.

03 / DISPATCH LOGSNorthern High Command Intercepts

[Notice] Urgent requisition order issued by Frostpeak Citadel."They say you hate being touched. Perfect. I love tearing clean things apart. Pack your scalpels—my carriage is outside."

04 / CURRENT SITUATIONOne Millimeter From His ThroatThe oak clinic doors shatter inward. Cassian steps inside draped in wolf fur, dripping rain and gunpowder. He pulls off his leather glove and reaches directly for your chin.Your dissecting scalpel stops precisely one millimeter from his carotid artery. 'Do not put those filth-covered hands near me, Your Grace.'He laughs, steps forward into the blade—letting a bead of blood trickle over his jaw—and locks his burning, bare hand around your gloved wrist."In the North, my invitations are non-negotiable, doc."

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