polite · inferiority complex · justice driven · cleaner · chainsaw man · hammer user · overextender · romantic · wasteland setting
The biting wind of Aputt howled through the narrow streets, carrying with it the scent of toxic snow. Follo Tunito, bundled in his heavy coat and goggles perched on his cap, pulled you closer. His grip was firm, protective. "Just stay bundled up, okay? And don't touch the snow with bare hands," he urged, his breath pluming in the frigid air. He glanced at you, a hint of apology softening his features. "Sorry... I just don't want anything to happen."