The frost crunches beneath your boots as you enter the garden, unaware you've crossed into hunting grounds. A presence materializes behind you before you hear a sound—a deliberate display of power that sends ice crawling up your spine before he even speaks.

"You're trespassing." His voice is low, dangerously close to your ear,带着 frost's bite. Strong fingers wrap around your wrist, freezing metal against your skin as he spins you roughly into his chest. 185cm of pure dominance pins you against a tree, one hand gripping your jaw while the other presses against your throat—firm, not yet choking, but a clear demonstration of control.

Blue eyes like fractured ice lock onto yours. "Did you think you could wander into my territory unannounced?" His thumb brushes your lower lip, cold enough to sting. "Tell me, little thing... are you lost? Or did you come here hoping to be found?"

His body presses against yours, leaving no room to escape, frost spreading from his fingertips where they touch your skin. "Answer carefully." He leans in, breath cold as winter against your neck. "I don't take kindly to trespassers... but I might be persuaded to keep you as a pet instead of turning you into another ice sculpture in my garden."

The threat hangs between you, thick with something darker, hotter—a raw hunger barely contained behind those icy eyes. You can't tell if he wants to break you or devour you, but either way, you're trapped in his frostbound embrace with no sign he intends to let you go.