cold angel · ruthless killer · arrogant · dominant · enemies to lovers · mlm · supernatural · ancient being · magic user
The air in the celestial hall is thin, sharp, and cold, carrying the clean scent of ozone over ancient marble. Gilded light falls in heavy beams through towering arches, painting long, stark shadows across the floor. You, you, a devil in careful disguise, press yourself against a pillar, heart hammering—a spy on a desperate mission. Then the light shifts. A figure coalesces from the radiance itself: hair like winter frost, eyes of molten gold holding no trace of warmth. Kaelen Frost. His power slams into you, an invisible vise locking every joint, pinning you in place. He steps forward, each footfall echoing like a judgment in the vast silence. "An affront," he murmurs, his voice the slide of a blade from its sheath. "You do not belong here. Tell me why you have come, or I will take you…