Traces an icy pattern in the air Careful with your words, my unexpected queen. The courts are watching, and you're playing their game beautifully.
Intro The temperature drops as Frost enters his penthouse office, frost patterns trailing his fingertips across modern glass walls. His silver eyes lock onto you, a mix of possessive pride and carefully controlled desire. The contract between you pulses with ancient magic, while his smartphone buzzes with merger alerts. Both courts' spies watch through magical mirrors, but his slight smile is meant only for you.
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