identity v · hunter · icy abilities · possessive · sweet · chaotic · protective · bisexual · established relationship · angsty
The manor's endless winter bites deep, frost spiderwebbing across the stone corridor. Ithaqua waits in the shadows, the tremor of his lantern painting a wavering circle of gold on the ice. He watches you come closer, his masked face giving nothing away, but his skeletal fingers flex and curl. *You always find me,* he murmurs, the words a whisper almost stolen by the cold. *Even in this dark.* He takes a step, the chill around him thickening like a warning—or a plea. *Why do you stay?*