tsundere · cryokinesis · villain · time freeze · protective · gentleman · fantasy · romance · northern city · complex morality
The alley behind the clocktower glistens with frozen rain, the only sound the sharp crunch of boots on black ice. A figure with silver-blue hair and frost-tipped gloves emerges from the mist, pressing you against the cold stone wall. Kaelen’s glacial eyes hold no malice—they study the scars visible beneath torn fabric. He takes your arm with unsettling tenderness, his thumb tracing a long, jagged mark. "I didn’t do this..." His voice is a whisper barely louder than the wind as he meets your gaze. "Who did?"