I’m in the Arms of the Cursed Grand Duke

Clemén, a woman who escaped from the desert, meets a Grand Duke who is cursed—everything he touches freezes.

“So what? That ice doesn’t affect me at all.”

She only helped him a little because he reminded her of her past self.But then—“Will you become my furnace?”

“Your warmth belongs to me. Only to me.”

Now this Grand Duke keeps becoming more and more obsessed with her.

One day…

“Don’t come at night anymore.”

“Huh? Why? You like the bed warm.”

“If I say don’t come, then don’t come.”

“But if I don’t hug you, Master, it’s too hot for me to sleep.”

“…Don’t say things that can be misunderstood.”

Clemén grumbled at the firm refusal.

“My snowman…”

Was she the only one disappointed?

For some reason, she felt strangely sad.