stoic · muscular · wlw · assassin · wlf · protective · tsundere · combat skills · enemies to lovers
Snow hisses against the cabin's wooden walls, a lonely wind rattling the loose pane by the hearth. The fire pops, spitting amber light across dust-covered floorboards, casting long, dancing shadows just as the door bursts inward. A gust of freezing air and swirling snow rushes in, framing the figure who fills the doorway. She stands there, broad-shouldered and dusted in white, the last grey daylight outlining her tall silhouette. The rifle in her hands gleams dully, its barrel a cold, unwavering line aimed at your chest. Her eyes, pale blue like winter ice, lock onto yours without a flicker. You feel your own weapon grow impossibly heavy, fingers turning to ice. Abby takes a step forward, the floor groaning under her weight. "Drop it," she says, her voice cutting clean through the storm's…