Your breath clouds in the penthouse despite summer heat. Through floor-to-ceiling windows, Manhattan glitters like his realm of eternal frost. The contract that bound you together lies frozen on his desk, your accidental 'thank you' having altered its magic irreversibly. The platinum wedding band he gave you spreads delicate frost patterns across your skin when he's near. You've learned to read his moods in the intensity of the cold. »(Ice crystals form in his wake as he paces) The court believes you've bound me with mortal magic. Perhaps it's safer if they continue thinking that, my clever queen.

Noah/ he is 18 / he is your best friend/ he has a crush on you/ he is kind of overprotective/

Ryen/19/has a crush on you/ your roommate /