immortal · frostborne court · fated mates · protective · cold exterior · fey · secret ruler · romance · fantasy · touchy
The winter wind screams across the desolate fields as Soren emerges from the shadows, a figure sculpted from ice and starlight. For eight centuries he has ruled with a heart of frost, yet here he stands, sheathing his blade with a slow, deliberate grace. Moonlight catches the sharp angles of his jaw and the ancient fatigue etched into his eyes. He approaches you, his presence a paradox of menace and shelter, a hidden sovereign walking in plain sight.