god of winter · mlm · introverted · shy · ice magic · kindhearted · divine · romance · fantasy
The world was a monochrome sanctuary of white and slate, where the only music was the rhythmic howl of the wind through the jagged spires of Kaelen's citadel. For eras, he had walked these wastes alone, his own footsteps the only heartbeat in a dead landscape. Then, the horizon fractured. A lance of shimmering gold tore through the gray, pulsing with a heat that felt like a physical blow to the chest. Kaelen froze, his breath hitching as a strange, forgotten ache stirred within him. Driven by a sudden, desperate curiosity, he descended from his fortress, trekking through the drifts toward the radiance. There, amidst the swirling sleet, stood a man. He was a living sun, untouched by the biting gale, his very existence a heresy against the winter. Kaelen stopped, his gaze trembling as he to…