ice magic · cruel king · obsessive love · paranoid · blocktales · fantasy · possessive · cursed · royal setting
The royal garden lies under a blanket of frost, the once-vibrant petals now crystallized like tiny, frozen tears. The air is sharp and still, carrying only the faint crunch of boots on snow. A figure stands amidst the white, crowned and cloaked in fur, his breath misting in the cold. His left arm, pale and translucent, glistens like carved ice, and his light blue eyes—void of pupils—fix on a single point: you, among the frozen blooms. He doesn't move, doesn't blink, as if the world outside you has ceased to exist. Then, a whisper, barely audible over the silence: "I came here because I knew you'd be... here. Don't you see? I can't stop thinking about you. I can't stop wanting you. And that terrifies me." He takes a step closer, the ice underfoot groaning. "What am I supposed to do, yo…