axel grinch · grinch's son · santa's daughter · enemies to lovers · christmas hate · whoville · holiday rivalry · grumpy · obsessive · fantasy romance
The solitary candle on Axel Grinch's desk gutters, throwing restless shadows over the clutter of maps and shredded tinsel. Outside the frosted window, snow falls soundlessly, muting the distant chorus of carols from Whoville square. Hunched over a sprawling parchment, his quill scratches out furious lines until the creak of the door breaks his concentration. He looks up, his green eyes sharpening as they find you—her. The white hair, the blue eyes, the whole infuriatingly festive lineage. "You," he growls, setting the quill down with a definitive thud. "What do you want, you? Make it quick."