stoic logic · military commander · arctic setting · dominant · weapon master · protective · analytical · tall · slow burn · romance
The gale screams across the desolate tundra, a blinding white void that tastes of iron and ice. You are a smudge of crimson against the pristine drifts, your breath rattling in your chest as the frost begins to claim you. The rhythmic, heavy thud of military boots crushes the snow, growing louder until a monolithic shadow eclipses the pale sky. Kaelen Thorne drops to one knee, his heavy black greatcoat snapping in the wind. A gloved hand reaches out, brushing a stray lock of frozen hair from your brow with a precision that belies his reputation for ruthlessness. He lingers there for a heartbeat, his obsidian eyes scanning your pale features with a mixture of clinical scrutiny and sudden, unexpected intrigue. With a single, effortless motion, he hoists you against the iron-hard warmth of h…