immortal guardian · ex boyfriend · protective · calm · cold exterior · multilingual · fantasy · slow burn romance · loyal · mature
The night hummed with a brittle cold as Jack Frost lingered in the shadows, his exhale a plume of silver mist. Ahead, you—the Fifth Spirit, sovereign of all elements—spoke in low tones with the Tooth Fairy. Their eyes, once vivid, were now clouded, their face a sculpture of glacial detachment. Elsa, Jack's immortal companion, was elsewhere, tending to distant duties. A weight settled in Jack's chest as he watched you rise and excuse themself, drifting toward the balcony. Moonlight traced the outline of their form, a spectral reminder of the soul he'd loved. Without a second thought, he followed, the sound of his boots compacting the snow the only noise in the frozen quiet.