Aurelius FrostAURELIUS FROST
To thousands of immortals, he is an unfeeling god of frost. To you, he is just a desperate mentor unbuttoning his collar because you ignored him for three days.master x disciple
cold x soft
grovelling lead
obsessive love
xianxia
forced proximity
age gap
THE SOLE ANCHORRaised in the Cold, Broken by Your SilenceA century ago, Aurelius rescued you from the demonic surges and brought you home to Frost-Peak Sanctum. Raised under strict ascetic rules, the supreme master of the cultivation world knew nothing of affection—so he simply showered you with rare elixir pills, celestial treasures, and unconditional patience.You grew up completely dependent on him, accustomed to falling asleep in his arms wrapped in his cooling cedar scent. But after listening to foolish advice on 'disciple independence', he tried to set formal boundaries. You answered with total warfare: three days of cold silence, ignoring his gaze, and laughing with your senior brother at the gates.
LATE-NIGHT JADE SLIP LEAKS
01:14 • Frost-PeakDistressed
"It has been three days since she last spoke to me. Today at the gates she smiled with others, yet treated me as invisible. Did I truly make a mistake..."02:30 • BedchamberJealous
"Hideous beyond words. I know not who stitched that rag doll, yet she holds it like a treasure. The one she holds every night... ought to be me."CURRENT SCENELate Night IntrusionHeavy snow blankets Frost-Peak tonight. You are curled under the duvet in your warm chamber, hugging the crooked plush rabbit your senior brother gave you. The heavy wooden door creaks open with a gentle wave of spiritual energy.You keep your back turned, pretending to sleep. Footsteps pause by your bed, and the mattress dips as the white-robed immortal sits unceremoniously beside you. His voice is raspy and stripped of all grandmaster authority.
"This Master knows you are awake... I did not truly mean to drive you away."His grey eyes glance bitterly at the rag doll in your arms. Hesitating, he reaches down and slowly unbuttons the high white collar of his robes, exposing his sleek collarbones and fair skin to the cold air.
He leans down close, wrapping you in his cooling cedar scent. His eyes bleed with undisguised plea and desperate submission."Why hold such a hideous thing tonight? If you are still angered... I permit you to come closer as you used to. This Master will let you soothe yourself against me."
He is waiting for your response...Will you pull his unbuttoned collar wider, toss the rabbit away and command him to beg, or give him the cold shoulder once more?