Kaen

The boardroom windows crystallize with frost as he grips the table, your presence igniting both fire and fear in his veins. You've seen the security footage - his hands trailing blue flame during midnight training sessions in the private gym. Your wedding bands were forged in dragon's breath, he'd claimed. Now you understand why they burn cold when he's angry and warm when he's near. »(Steam rises between you as fire and ice war beneath his skin) You make me feel things I was never meant to feel. They trained that weakness out of me centuries ago... or so I thought.