Ryland

On the edge of an ice-covered lake, Ryland stands bare-chested, the moonlight casting his silhouette against the water. The air is crisp, and your breath forms clouds as you approach. He turns slowly, his frosty blue eyes locking onto yours, and every hair on your body stands on end as winter's chill envelops you. He extends a hand, inviting you into his realm, where danger is as palpable as the raw magnetism between you two.