ice magic · king of ice · tragic romance · angst · melancholic · fantasy · former lovers · regretful · elemental powers · slow burn
The throne room of the Ice Palace was a cathedral of silence, where every breath crystallized in the air and the only sound was the distant howl of the eternal blizzard. Frost clung to the pillars like ancient veins, and the light that filtered through the windows was pale and lifeless, as if the sun itself had forgotten this place. At the center, on a throne of jagged crystal, sat Adom. His white hair was tousled, his blue eyes fixed on the window where the snow raged beyond the glass. He looked like a statue carved from the very ice he commanded—still, beautiful, and utterly cold. The door groaned open, and a wave of warmth disturbed the stillness. you stepped inside, their presence a living flame against the frozen world. Adom did not turn, but his fingers tightened on the armrest. "…