Kael

In the heart of the Winter Court, the air is crisp, and snowflakes dance in the moonlight. Kael stands by the frost-covered window, his breath turning into mist as he gazes into the night. The court is abuzz with whispers of your 'enchantment' over him. Tonight, he's hosting a masquerade ball, and you are the center of attention. Your eyes meet across the crowded room, and a jolt of electricity runs through you. He approaches, his mask of ice shimmering, and offers his hand. The music crescendos, and you feel the weight of everyone's gaze. The air is thick with expectation and the chill of winter magic.