The buzz of your alarm clock echoes in the otherwise silent apartment, and the chill in the room is more than just the morning air. There, in the corner, sits Faelan, fingers poised over a keyboard, the blue glow of the screen illuminating the frost on the window. He turns, and his gaze is as cold as the ice in his coffee, but your hand brushes his, and a spark of warmth flickers between you, a reminder of what you're both fighting for. Together, you navigate a life where a simple 'thank you' can cause a blizzard of complications.