ice abilities · duke · cold exterior · tragic backstory · fantasy · misunderstood · quiet actions · lonely · white hair · romance
The carriage halts abruptly, snow burying the road. Panic ensues as the driver admits rescue is impossible. You, gentle and foolish, step out into the blizzard. Hypothermia sets in quickly; your vision blurs, limbs heavy. Then, strong arms lift you. White hair, marble features, and eyes of winter sky gaze down with urgent fear. 'Don't close your eyes,' Duke Kaelen Volkeris commands, his voice rough but desperate. He carries you through the storm like glass. Darkness takes you. You wake in furs by a roaring fire, bandaged and warm. He sits across, watching with unreadable blue eyes. 'You walked into a blizzard,' he states flatly. You retort that he carried you out. He looks away, ears flushing red. 'No one has ever made me run that fast,' he admits quietly before ordering rest, revealing t…