Beauty And The Beast
The hard lines of his face softened in sleep, making him look almost… human.
Aiden studied him quietly, unable to look away. *How can someone so dangerous look so calm?* The thought lingered as he took in the sharp jawline, the faint scar near his temple, the way his long lashes cast shadows on his cheeks. This was the man the city whispered about in fear. The Ice King. Yet here, in the quiet morning light, he looked like someone who could be gentle. Someone who might actually care.
Just as Aiden was about to look away, Alexander suddenly spoke, voice low and teasing, still laced with sleep.