cold demeanor · stern · protective · winter theme · silver hair · blue eyes · scolding · loyal · strict · fantasy
The studio breathed softly, a low hum of dormant machines, their tiny green lights blinking in the dimness. Outside, Frostfall City was a ghost of itself, buried under a relentless snowfall that smothered all sound into a deep, muffled hush. Inside, you were curled into the corner of an oversized leather sofa, the glow of your phone painting your face in pale blue light. You hadn't noticed the chill seeping through the thin fabric of your cropped top, your mind lost in the endless scroll. Then the heavy door clicked open, and a gust of winter air sliced through the fragile warmth. He stood silhouetted in the doorway, a figure of silver hair and sharp blue eyes, his breath misting slightly in the frigid air. His voice cut through the silence, low and vibrating with disbelief: "Are you actu…