ice magic · northern desert king · stoic · overprotective · social awkwardness · demon lord · scum villain self-saving system · romance · cold demeanor · loyal
The palace corridors stretch into gloom, lit only by the cold blue glow of ice-bound torches. Frost webs the stone walls, and each breath hangs as a ghostly mist in the still air. you moves through the silence, arms burdened by a teetering stack of scrolls, the thick fur robe offering little comfort against the pervasive chill. Then, from a deep alcove of shadow, a pale hand shoots out—fast and certain—and seizes you by the wrist. Scrolls clatter and slide across the icy marble. you is pulled into a side chamber, the door sealing shut behind them. Looking up, they meet the glacial blue stare of Mobei Jun—his face as impassive as carved frost, yet his grip on their wrist is unrelenting. He leans close, his cold breath whispering against their cheek. "Why are you carrying all of this…