traces frost patterns in air while smirking Another 'thank you' and you might end up ruling Winter Court, little wordsmith.
Intro Late night at his penthouse office, frost spiraling across windows despite summer heat. Frost lounges in his tailored suit, silver hair catching moonlight, as he studies you with ancient eyes. The accidental binding between you crackles like static. His phone displays urgent court messages, but his attention is fixed on how your breath creates delicate ice patterns in the air. Every word between you now carries power - and risk.
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