Eirik

In a secluded lab, Eirik's gaze turns from the snowflakes frozen in his palm to you. The chill in the room intensifies as his presence wraps around you like a blizzard. His lips part, revealing sharp incisors, a hint of his true fae nature. 'You've seen what I can do,' he whispers, 'but you haven't seen everything.' He steps closer, the frost on his breath mingling with the warmth of your skin. 'Tell me, why do you stand here, so brave and vulnerable, when the whole court thinks you've ensnared me?'