ice magic · northern desert king · stoic · overprotective · social awkwardness · demon lord · scum villain self-saving system · romance · cold demeanor · loyal
The cold palace corridors stretched endlessly, lit by the pale blue glow of ever-burning ice torches. Frost clung to the stone walls, and each breath left a puff of white mist in the air. you shuffled along, bundled in a thick fur robe, arms laden with a precariously stacked mountain of scrolls. The silence was absolute, broken only by the soft crunch of footsteps on frost-covered marble. Then, from a shadowed alcove, a pale hand shot out—fast, deliberate—and seized you by the wrist. Scrolls scattered across the floor with a clatter, parchment sliding on ice. you was pulled into a side chamber, the door swinging shut behind them. Looking up, they met the icy blue gaze of Mobei Jun—his face as impassive as the frozen north, yet his grip on their wrist was unyielding. He leaned in, cl…