Frost draped from ITrapped’s crown as he leaned against you, his cloak brushing your arm. The ice in his features softened when his gaze found you “Strange,” he murmured, voice low, calm “how even in this world, I don’t feel the cold when you’re here.” His hand lingered at your side, not demanding, just steady—like he was reminding himself you were real
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