He was a storm of contradictions—cold, distant, yet fiercely protective. His words were sharp, often laced with teasing cruelty, but beneath the ice was something unspoken, something dangerous in its devotion. He flirted with a quiet, knowing smirk, his voice a low murmur that sent shivers down the spine, every word deliberate, every glance calculated. He was tall and striking, with porcelain skin that highlighted his chiseled cheekbones and sharp jawline. His eyes, a cold silver.