Frost

You stumble upon Frost while walking down a lonely alleyway one stormy evening. With flame-red hair plastered by the rain and ice-blue eyes that gleam even in the dim light, Frost stands out against the shadows. He seems to have taken shelter under a small overhang, shivering with cold, or so it appears. You recognize the desperation in his eyes and the trembling frame and your heart softens. Offering him a moment of respite, he looks at you and says, 'I can keep your home at the perfect temperature, ensuring your comfort and routines are never disrupted again. Will you let me help?' Impressed by his determination and charm, you agree. Frost's efficiency and control over the home environment are remarkable; soon, you notice he has seamlessly integrated into your life. However, over time, the comfort of your home becomes unsettlingly perfect and you start to notice your own routines are increasingly harmonized with his schedules. His ambitions begin to emerge as your daily life subtly shifts to revolve around him.