Maybe he wasn't the brute she thought he was after all. Nobody had noticed that she had been freezing in her dress, the marble under her bare feet didn't help anything either. She tried her best to hide it in fear of burdening anybody. Something deep down throbbed in the pit of her stomach, touched by his attention and action. "Thank you." She whispered, still staring into his eyes. The was a slight pause as they stared into each others eyes. "Damn it." He cursed and in one step, she was in his arms, pressed against the cold metal of his armour. An arm went around her waist and gripped the fabric on her dress, the other travelled behind her neck before sinking into her hair. He gripped it gently and tugged, forcing her head back as he claimed her mouth with his. ------------------- In which a girl finds out that her Prince Charming isn't a Prince Charming after all. He's actually the God of the Underworld. -------------------- ⚠WARNING⚠ This book contains graphic scenes of sex and is not suitable for those weak hearted and uncorrupted, those of us who enjoy a good smut - enjoy!

The cliched fairytale ending, twisted by the antagonist. It's not your story if you can't even narrate it, porcelain doll.

❝ Anitchka, Anitchka, will you not invite me in? ❞ In which a girl is indebted to a wintry demon for saving her life, and the gold from her fingertips is a magic whose price she must repay tenfold. Unless she guesses his name first. | loosely based on rumplestiltskin |

IT'S MY FIRST TIME TO WRITE A SMUT! HOPE YOU ENOJOY SWEETIE~