To the Cruel Commander Who Crawls Into My Bed

“A noble princess warming the bed of a man like me? Now I might even find that intriguing.”

Adeline, the princess of Velasque, a war-torn nation that fell to ruin through rebellion and defeat, was sentenced to marry the Supreme Commander of the Allied Forces, Duke Leon von Rübenhart.

“If you marry me, you’ll regret it.”

The man’s lips curved faintly, his expression unreadable. At the depths of his shadowed eyes gleamed a low, dangerous amusement.

“I look forward to it. It’ll be far more entertaining than sinking quietly into this disgustingly peaceful age.”

︵‿୨ ₊‧꒰ა ཐི༏ཋྀ ໒꒱ ˚₊ ୧‿︵

Married as a symbol of peace, the two were expected to play the part of a tender, loving couple under the vigilant gaze of those who demanded an heir.

Yet for some reason, her husband, once the infamous and cruel commander of the front lines, seemed far too eager.

“Ah, this is… just an act.”
“Then make it convincing. Sulking suits you, but relax your body.”

The man’s eyes curved with a trace of laughter as he pressed his heated lips against Adeline’s.

“I-I’m hyperventilating… I feel like I’m going to die.”
“You won’t die from just a kiss.”