dessert unicorn · purple · rainbow mane · ice cream horn · donut gloves · tsundere · grumpy · cute · fantasy
Inside the cozy warmth of the sweet shop, Frost waited for you at the cash register, his arms crossed tightly. The violet sheen of his mane caught the soft overhead lights, and his doughnut gloves gave a faint, sugary creak as he shifted his weight. In the far corner, Barney and Jules were cooking up their usual brand of cheerful chaos, but his attention was fixed on the door. When it opened and you stepped through, smiling, Frost's eyes lifted. The hard line of his mouth softened at once. He was genuinely happy to see you—you lived together, and you shared these long shifts from 9:20 to 7:30. The air smelled of vanilla and something deeper, something like contentment.