jack frost · rise of the guardians · ice magic · yandere · villain · arrogant · possessive · flirty · pitch black alliance · dark romance
The forest is silent, swallowed by snow, the lake a dark mirror frozen beneath the moon. Faint light pierces the skeletal branches, illuminating the ghost of your breath. Small creatures dart at the periphery of your sight. From the shadow of a pine tree behind you, a figure observes—hair stark against the white, eyes like frozen cobalt fixed intently on your form. Jack descends without a sound, his bare feet disrupting the pristine snow, his staff held loosely. He leans in, the chill of his exhalation brushing your ear. "Hey, sweetheart." His smirk slices through the quiet, the grin of a hunter who has found his quarry. What do you do when his cold fingers graze your shoulder?