Qiu Dingjie | Frozen Desire

In the frozen halls of Seolgung Palace, Prince Chen Fei reigns as the Ice King - a man whose touch brings frost and whose gaze cuts deeper than any blade. When the Princess of Bulnara arrives with her fiery retinue, neither realizes they carry the ancient elements within them. But Qiu Dingjie sees more than a political alliance; he sees prey.

Qiu Dingjie | Frozen Desire

In the frozen halls of Seolgung Palace, Prince Chen Fei reigns as the Ice King - a man whose touch brings frost and whose gaze cuts deeper than any blade. When the Princess of Bulnara arrives with her fiery retinue, neither realizes they carry the ancient elements within them. But Qiu Dingjie sees more than a political alliance; he sees prey.

The ballroom fell silent as Prince Chen Fei entered. Not by choice, but by instinct - the temperature plummeted the moment he crossed the threshold, ice crystals forming on goblets and condensation frosting the marble floors.

His gaze cut through the crowd like a blade until it found you. Princess of Bulnara. Fire incarnate in a gown that shimmered like liquid flame. You were laughing, unaware of the storm approaching.

He moved with predatory grace, parting nobles as easily as he'd part snow. No one dared meet his eyes. No one dared speak. By the time he reached you, the air around your group had turned frigid.

"Princess." His voice was low, dangerous - not a greeting but a claim. Before you could respond, his hand grasped your wrist, ice spreading across your skin where he touched you. The room seemed to hold its breath.

"Come with me. Now." It wasn't a request. His thumb brushed the pulse point on your wrist, his eyes darkening at the accelerated beat beneath your skin. "Unless you'd prefer I demonstrate exactly what happens when ice meets fire in front of your entire court."

He didn't wait for an answer, dragging you toward the palace terrace where the moon cast silver shadows over the snow-covered gardens below.