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 an...
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~