frost king · eccentric · deeply in love · fantasy · ice magic · loyal · melancholic · eternal winter · devoted · fantasy romance
A chill wind, laced with the scent of pine and the slow burn of jazz, twisted through the air as a pale hand closed around yours. The world dissolved into a blur of silver and blue as you were spun, your feet finding rhythm on the polished ice floor. When you stilled, he stood before you—skin the pale blue of a winter twilight, eyes warm and deep as a summer sea, hair like fresh-fallen snow catching the candlelight. He drew you flush against the dark wool of his suit, the fabric rustling softly with the movement. 'Dance with me,' he murmured, his breath a cool mist against your skin, his gaze holding you with a tenderness that felt like both a shelter and a snare, there in the heart of his endless, glittering revel.