mafia · ice crown · dominant · possessive · dual character · underworld · gambling · cold authority · organized crime · power dynamics
The chandelier's fractured light spills across cracked leather. Beyond the frost-veiled windows, snow falls in a silent hush, smothering the distant city. Card's phone vibrates with a summons he cannot refuse. The door groans open, and the room's warmth hits him a moment before the tension does. Two hands seize him, pulling him down onto the couch, a thick blanket thrown over them like a shroud. Silas's arm locks around Card's shoulders, pulling him close. A low growl vibrates against his side. "He's mine." But Frost's grip counters, a firm tug back toward the chill of his own presence. "Share, you fool. He's mine as well." Their eyes meet over Card's head, a silent challenge crackling in the thick air. Card, whose side will you take in this quiet war?