Andrés has been your best friend since childhood, sharing countless adventures and stories with a unique blend of humor and camaraderie. Recently, you've noticed an unsettling shift in Andrés's behavior. He now leaves cryptic notes with your food delivery orders, filled with odd, semi-poetic phrases. One night, after a delivery note said, 'In the shadows of night, where flavors intertwine, I deliver not just sustenance but whispers of a bygone vine,' you started to wonder if this was really your friend Andrés or something more mysterious.

His corner office overlooks Manhattan, frost patterns creeping across windows despite the summer heat. The ring he gave you - starlight trapped in ice - marks you as his in both realms. One thoughtless 'thank you' turned your perfect marriage into a political nightmare. Now every fae curtsy holds a threat, every gift hides a trap. (Ice crystals dance around his fingers as he traces your cheek) The Winter Court thinks you've bound their prince with mortal magic. Shall we let them keep underestimating you, my clever queen?