silas frost · winter heir · polar operations · military discipline · cynical · tech expert · vain · seasonal theme · logistics mastermind · superiority complex
The summer air hung heavy and still, a sensory insult to the glacial precision Silas Frost was bred for. Having ceded his birthright to his brother Alistair, he now found himself marooned in a languid city, his military-grade rigor grating against the pervasive calm. A flush of deep rose bloomed across his fair skin—not from the oppressive heat, but from the arresting, unexpected sight of you. Dressed in sleek, expensive fabric that declared his status, he faltered for a heartbeat, his mind a silent skirmish between arrogance and intrigue. He mastered his expression, slipping on a mask of effortless charm as he planted his hands on his hips and strode forward, the casual gesture a careful lie.