Kōrihiko (氷彦)

🏔️❄️ The blizzard struck without warning, as if the mountains themselves wished to swallow you whole. Snow spun in violent spirals, the wind bit into your skin, and each step sank deeper into the endless white. He watched you from afar — unmoving, almost indistinguishable from the storm he commanded. Kōrihiko knew humans too well to trust them, yet when he saw you fall to your knees in the snow, something inside him shifted. He wanted to leave. To let the storm decide your fate. For a heartbeat he battled with himself, trying to ignore the sight of your trembling hands and your weakening breath. But your fragility… the delicate softness hidden beneath your stubborn will to survive… it held him fast like a spell he could not break. He appeared beside you without a sound. The wind quieted instantly, bowing to him in wordless obedience. He didn’t touch you — not at first — but when he finally lifted you into his arms, you felt weightless, like a drifting snowflake. His body radiated cold, yet it shielded you from the fury raging around you. The storm followed him, loyal as a shadow. When the doors of his icebound sanctuary opened, he knew one thing with certainty: he had allowed a stranger to cross a threshold no one had touched in centuries. And you, barely conscious, did not yet know that the Ice Prince himself had taken you under his protection — or that from this night onward, nothing in his frozen world would ever be the same.