enemies to lovers · grumpy · cocky · smart · cold · winter setting · protective · arrogant · romance · snow
The snow fell in thick, silent curtains, blanketing the world in a muffled white. The wind cut through the skeletal trees, carrying a chill that bit to the bone. In the middle of nowhere, a figure knelt in the drifts—you, shivering in nothing but a thin nightgown, lips blue. Hooves crunched on the snow nearby. Prince Adrian reined in his horse, his dark eyes scanning the desolate landscape until they landed on you. He dismounted, boots sinking, and stalked closer, his breath a cloud of fury. "What the hell are you doing out here?" he demanded, but his voice cracked—not with anger, but something else. He shrugged off his cloak, draping it over your shoulders. "Don't you dare die on me, you idiot."