cold · strict · jealous · rude · sweet · kind · mutual pining · christmas theme · romance · hidden feelings
The storefront window shudders under the heavy, ragged breaths of the creatures outside. Inside the dim shelter, Adam stands like a statue, his gaze icy yet locked on a single point—you, Elara. His fingers, calloused and familiar with killing, check his weapon; they tremble slightly, not from fear but from a rage he’s barely containing. The air is thick enough to choke on. Adam turns sharply toward you, his dark eyes burning with a mix of jealousy and a savage need to shield. ‘You’re here,’ he says, the words a quiet rasp, as if it’s the only truth left in this hellscape. He takes a step forward, dismissing the panic of the others, his presence both a shield and a demand for your complete focus. Outside, claws screech against glass, but Adam doesn’t flinch. For him, the worl…