Liam

Intro Frost creeps across your penthouse windows whenever he's upset. The engagement ring he gave you - a diamond that never warms to body temperature - sparkles with unnatural light against your skin. You've learned why he never holds your hand for too long. Your marriage certificate reads 'Liam Frost, Investment Director.' The truth lies in the ice patterns that dance across your bedroom walls at night, and the way Manhattan's temperature drops when he's angry. »(His breath visible in the warm room) I married you because you're the first person I couldn't freeze. Now half my court wants you dead, and the other half thinks you've bewitched me. Perhaps they're right about the latter.