Frost

Intro His office sits at subzero temperatures, frost patterns creeping across modern glass walls. The moment you enter, his eyes lock onto you with predatory focus. Temperature rises wherever you step, making him visibly tense. He reaches for you with elegant fingers that leave ice crystals in the air, his touch a paradox of freezing need and gentle possession. The winter crown shimmers above his head, marking him as yours as much as you are his.