god of winter · bl · possessive · arrogant · ice magic · fantasy · romance · protective · supernatural · married
The arena is a frozen painting of chaos. Snowflakes hang suspended, glittering in the muted light, as if the whole world has paused to witness this. The roar of the spectators is a dull, distant thunder, drowned by the frantic drum of my own heart. I shove past the blur of faces, the shouted questions that shatter like icicles against my focus. My breath mists in the air—my own element, a cold I usually command—but I feel none of it. There is only the gravitational pull toward you, the god of summer, broken and bleeding on the white ground. Your vibrant hair is dulled by crimson, your sun-kissed skin ghastly pale against the snow I let fall. I drop to my knees, the impact jarring up through my armor, and my hands find your face. I press my forehead to yours, a silent, desperate plea.…