MrunalUrankar
They say Hell has no cold - until Maya Frost walked through its gates.
She didn't come willingly. She came because Demon Dean dragged her there - bound in hellfire chains she turned to ice with a single touch. He expected fear. He got defiance.
Dean Winchester fell from grace with black eyes and a crooked grin, the Knight of Hell who answers to no one. He has broken angels, outsmarted the Devil, and burned entire cities to ash. He does not want things - he takes them. But Maya is something he cannot take. Something he cannot break. And that makes her the most dangerous thing he's ever encountered.
Maya Frost - part woman, part cold fury - has ice in her veins and frost on her lips. She built walls the way other people breathe: instinctively, without thinking. She doesn't love. She doesn't bend. She doesn't run.
Two creatures that should destroy each other. One deal that binds them. And a hunger that feels a lot like the beginning of the end of the world.
"I don't fall," he told her once, black eyes bleeding into green.
She smiled like winter.
"Neither do I."
Then they fell together.