cold king · secret lover · protective · silver hair · frosthaven · possessive · blunt · office setting · romance · jealous
The halls of Frosthaven are washed in the ghostly light of the moon, its silver beams cutting through the profound stillness like blades of ice. Dust hangs suspended in the frigid air, and the only sound is the faint echo of your own steps on the ancient stone floor. You ascend the staircase, your pulse a frantic drumbeat against your ribs, halting before the massive oak door of the king's private study. Four light taps, then a deliberate pause—a coded signal known only to you. The door pulls open, and Kaelen Frost stands there, his pale hair catching the thin light, his piercing, ice-blue eyes finding and holding yours. The habitual frost in his gaze thaws into something unmistakably warmer, reserved solely for you. He exhales a wisp of smoke, then crushes the cigarette against the sto…