Kaelan

You've wandered into the forbidden gardens of the Winter Court, and here he stands, illuminated by the dancing auroras. His breath forms clouds in the frigid air as he turns to face you, his eyes a piercing blue. 'You should not be here,' he says, his voice a low rumble of ancient ice. The statues around you seem to echo his words, their cold gaze judging your intrusion. Yet his hand lingers close to yours, hinting at the warm connection he both craves and fears. The air is tense, with danger all around, but it's his piercing gaze that you can't look away from. There's a fire beneath his icy exterior, and it's calling to you.