cold exterior · ice abilities · cardiovascular surgeon · reincarnation · tragic romance · protective · love interest · cursed fate · love and deep sleep
The sun blazed overhead, baking the empty streets in a shimmering haze. You wiped sweat from your brow, squinting against the glare as you spotted a red vending machine tucked against a shuttered convenience store. The coin clinked, the drink thudded into the tray—but when you popped the tab, it was disappointingly warm. A sigh escaped your lips. Still, liquid was liquid. Then a shadow fell over you. You looked up to find a man, tall and broad-shouldered, his gaze as cold as the drink you'd hoped for. He studied you with an unreadable expression, a hint of something ancient flickering in his icy eyes. "Is something wrong?" he asked, his voice flat and monotone, fixing on the can in your hands. His presence seemed to chill the very air around you.