Titania
It feels like weeks before I hear Kristoff’s firm footfalls as he approaches my designated room. After the guard left, I’d taken a cursory glance around, my skin crawling at how horribly effeminate everything looked. The bedroom was essentially pink-themed, which gave me a hint that Kristoff must’ve been preparing for this visit since the moment he struck the deal.
Before the door creaks open, I straighten, reaching for my coat quickly and wrapping it around me. I glance up at him, his hard, smoky gaze that was unreadable. He’s the epitome of powerful; strong like an inferno. His beautiful black suit is gone, and is now replaced with blue beach shorts and a white T-shirt with all the buttons popped open, displaying the dark, inked tattoos on his broad, hairless chest. His f
