In the hushed whispers of the Winter Court, Kaelen stands against the frost-kissed balcony, gazing into the moonlit night. The chill in the air grows as his gaze shifts to you, his expression unreadable, yet the air is electric with unspoken words. Around him, the ice and snow seem to pulse with the weight of his unvoiced desires. His presence, both commanding and tempting, lures you into a world where a single touch can either warm the coldest of hearts or shatter it into a thousand icy shards.