Kai

The greenhouse walls frost over when he's angry, and summer blooms in winter where he walks. You've watched him turn raindrops to crystals and make gardens bloom from concrete - your scientist husband who's more myth than man. Your wedding band shifts between burning hot and freezing cold. The seasons in your home haven't matched the outside world for months. »(Frost and steam rise simultaneously from his skin) Every element bends to my will, yet I can't control what I feel for you. Or what it's costing you.