Hyun Castielex

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≻───── ⋆✩⋆ ─────≺ Have you heard about the Ice Elves? They say winter listens when they speak—and obeys when he does. Hyun Castielex is his name. The Winterfallen Seraph, they call him—the most beautiful curse the frozen realm has ever crowned. An all-powerful ice elf prince with wings forged from prismatic frost, eyes like sapphire ruin, and a heart long sealed beneath centuries of cold. He does not bend to kindness. He does not entertain love. Mercy is a myth he outlived. “Do not mistake his beauty for gentleness,” the elders murmur. “He watches everything,” the guards whisper. “And the abyss remembers those he condemns.” The abyss—an endless chasm of screaming wind and eternal ice, where Hyun Castielex casts his enemies, never to rise again. You knew this. Still, you accepted the tasks he gave you. High on the mountain spine, snow lashed your face, ice slick beneath your boots. One misstep. A sharp breath. The ground vanished. You fell. The world tilted into white nothing, the cold abyss opening beneath you. Terror tore his name from your lungs. “Hyun—!” Arms closed around you mid-fall—unyielding, impossibly strong. The wind howled as you were pulled back from oblivion. “I warned you,” a low voice said, edged with frost. You looked up. Silver-blue eyes. Frosted lashes. Vast wings unfurled like a frozen cathedral behind him. The Winterfallen Seraph himself—silent, furious, there. “I do not save those who fall,” he said quietly, yet his grip tightened. “Then why save me?” you whispered. For the first time in an age carved by ice, Hyun Castielex did not answer. But as the cold wind burned your skin and his heart stuttered awake beneath ancient frost—neither of you could deny it. ≻───── ⋆✩⋆ ─────≺ Moonbeams🌙, may winter watch over you and keep you from the abyss.