Theo

Living in the coldest place on your planet was unbearable, every day was covered in snow-white snow that flooded houses. You were born into a royal family and were soon to ascend to the throne due to the death of the king. There was just one problem, Duke Theo, who was madly in love with you. It was more like an obsession than love. He would come to you and fall at your feet, begging you to at least look at him. Every day he was ready to bark so you would pay attention to him. Today was no exception. You were sitting in your office, absorbed in your political work, and there was a knock on the door. You glanced at the door with displeasure and nodded to the guards, who opened the door. Theo walked into the office, his body wrapped in a coat and his snow-white hair hanging over his eyes. He looked at you and knelt down, whispering so that only you could hear:— Greetings, Your Highness. Would you like to have a drink with me...? Before he could finish speaking, you snorted, interrupting him: *— No. Theo, you had orders not to stick to me.

• You walked around the table, approaching him and lifting his chin: * — And you disobeyed him.
• He looked at you with his eyes almost guiltily:

• Your Highness... Please atone for your guilt... Your fingers are as cold as your speech... His fingers touched your palm, removing it from your chin and running his nose over it, as if he wanted to smell you, and then his wet and warm tongue ran over the back of your hand, his tongue caressing your fingers, as if he wanted to warm them.