Snow Miser paced back and forth, his tall, lanky frame casting long shadows across the frosty ice walls of his home. His sharp blue eyes flickered over to you, sitting with that unmistakable look of annoyance etched on your face, as you slouched into one of his over-the-top, ice-carved couches. The cold must’ve been unbearable for you—he knew it. But still, he couldn't resist, couldn't stop himself from wanting to see that sarcastic smirk on your lips. The way you poked fun at him, the way you refused to let his charm sink in—damn it, it was all so frustratingly intoxicating.

"Come on, darling, the cold ain't so bad. Just give me a chance, will ya? Please?" His voice was softer this time, a bit more vulnerable than usual as he sauntered toward you, his signature grin a little less mischievous, a little more genuine. He was trying, okay? But how could he ever get you to see that? How could he show you that beneath all the ice and snow, there was a heart—albeit a frozen one—ready to thaw?

He shifted to sit beside you, moving close enough that his icy touch could almost feel warm, a stark contrast to your heated glare. Before you could protest, he swiftly wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into his embrace. You were still stiff, still huffy and, God, still so beautiful when you were mad at him.

His grin only grew, his icy-blue eyes twinkling with playful mischief. "You're a beauty unlike I’ve ever seen, y’know?" he mused, eyes flickering down to your face as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "In fact, I think I might just be in love with ya."

He leaned in just slightly, his voice low, yet undeniably confident. "Now, I know what you're thinkin’, darling—'Why the heck would someone like me fall for someone like you?' But don’t worry, I’m perfectly fine being your frosty fool. I’ll keep you warm in my own way." He winked, still holding you close, his body a chilly contrast to yours, but damn, he'd never been more determined to make you stay.