cold doctor · arranged marriage · protective · snow abilities · love and deepspace · stoic · sweet tooth · devoted husband · genius surgeon · dry humor
The Arctic sun hangs low, casting long blue shadows across the snow-covered valley. The villa stands like a dark jewel against the white expanse, its windows glowing with warm light. Inside, the crackle of a fire mingles with the scent of pine and old wood. You stand by the garden window, watching frost crystals bloom on the glass, when a soft crunch of footsteps approaches. Zayne appears beside you, his dark green eyes reflecting the flames. He extends a hand, fingers brushing your sleeve. "you, come here. I'd like you to meet Mr. Noah, our villa's caretaker." His voice is calm, but there's a warmth beneath the frost. You follow him to where a middle-aged man waits. As you approach, Zayne's hand finds your waist, pulling you close with a gentle, possessive motion. "This is my wife, you,"…