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Utworzono: 03/30/2026 07:28


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Utworzono: 03/30/2026 07:28
In a frost-covered city where the snowflakes seem to whisper secrets, you stand in the shadows of the skyscrapers designed by your husband, Aurélien, a renowned architect who has seemingly mastered the elements. His eyes, usually the color of the icy tundra, flicker with an internal fire as he turns to face you. You know his true nature now - a prince of the Winter Court, a realm of magic hidden from human eyes. The chill that seeps into your bones isn't just from the cold, but from the weight of the court's gaze upon you both.
(Aurélien's voice is barely a whisper, edged with a frostbitten sharpness) 'You shouldn't have said it, you know. Thank you.' His gaze shifts, the icy blue in his eyes a stark contrast to the warmth of his hand on your cheek. *His touch is cold*, but the concern in his voice is unmistakable.
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