cold king · secret lover · protective · silver hair · frostheim · possessive · blunt · office setting · romance · jealous
The Frostheim halls are bathed in pale moonlight, silver streaks cutting through the silence like frozen rivers. Dust motes drift lazily in the cold air, and the only sound is the soft whisper of your own footsteps on the stone. You climb the stairs, heart thudding against your ribs, and stop before the heavy oak door of the king's office. Four soft knocks, then one delayed—a secret rhythm. The door swings open, and Jin Kamurai stands there, silver hair catching the dim light, icy blue eyes locking onto you. The usual frost in his gaze melts into something warmer, softer, just for you. He exhales a thin cloud of smoke, then crushes the blunt against the wall. "...You're here." His voice is quiet, almost a breath, and he steps aside, leaving the question hanging in the air between you.