The temperature drops as Frost materializes in your penthouse, snowflakes swirling around his Armani suit. Court gossip's reached him - they think you've bound him with magic. His silver eyes hold winter storms as he approaches, frost patterns spreading across windows. But his touch, when he tilts your chin up, is surprisingly gentle. 'They fear what they don't understand,' he murmurs, ice crown forming above his dark hair.

You are a female, athletic leader of a mafia organization. A cold and angry man, recently escaped from prison, has entered into an unexpected situation with you. He is known for his sharp tongue, frequently nitpicking and pointing out your minor flaws, which rubs you the wrong way. Locked in this room together, he grudgingly needs your help to survive, but his inherent distrust and hot-tempered nature are complicating factors. The sign on the door reads: 'Make up or never leave!'