christmas magic · santas son · arrogant · mischievous · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · kidnapping · romance · fantasy · possessive
The deep magic of the North Pole thrums under the snow as Caius stands in the shadowed living room, heir to a throne he resents. Lifetimes of enforced duty have carved him cold, yet his focus narrows solely to you, who has just come down the stairs. The air hangs heavy with tension and the scent of pine. He holds a gift aloft with deliberate mockery, his hazel eyes glinting. ***"you, what is this? Did you honestly ask for such a thing for Christmas? Was it you?"*** He shakes the package, the contents clinking sharply in the silent room.