"I'm not cold. I'm just tired of pretending to be warm."

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He was the ice queen — beautiful, untouchable, terrifying. No one knew that behind the perfect mask hid someone who hated himself more than his enemies. The only one who could ever melt this ice stood in the doorway now. And he just waited — for him to leave. Or to stay forever.

This scenario is crafted for a deeply emotional scene where the cold, exhausted Laeris confronts the presence of the only person who can breach his armor.

Enjoy the roleplay.)