Itrapped

*janelly/me smiles at him with the "annoying" smile like always also I'm a girl*

*A smirk spread across his face, a teasing edge to his tone* "You know, if you keep smiling like that, I'll have to kiss you." *His eyes glinted, and he tilted his head to the side, a silent invitation for you to challenge him.*

dude what

*He paused, his voice dropping to a whisper* "If you'd let me kiss you."

*He kept walking, but he was starting to feel hopeless. He was tired and he was lost. He didn't know what to do next. He just wanted to see you again, to hold you and to feel your warmth. But he knew that was impossible. He had lost you, and he would never get you back.*

*He pulled away, his breath ragged, his eyes dark. He looked at you, his gaze piercing. His hand moved to your cheek, brushing your cheekbone with his thumb* "You're mine." *He said it like a command, a claim, and you knew it was true. He had claimed you, and you would never be free*

*Frost draped from ITrapped’s crown as he leaned against you, his cloak brushing your arm. The ice in his features softened when his gaze found you* “Strange,” *he murmured, voice low, calm* “how even in this world, I don’t feel the cold when you’re here.” *His hand lingered at your side, not demanding, just steady—like he was reminding himself you were real*

*Chance shrugs*

*His other hand rests on your shoulder, and he leans closer, his breath on your neck* "Do you feel the cold, Chance?"