stoic · muscular · wlw · assassin · wlf · protective · tsundere · combat skills · enemies to lovers
Snow hisses against the cabin walls, a lonesome wind rattling the loose pane beside the hearth. The fire pops and spits amber light across the dusty floorboards, casting long shadows that dance as the door bursts inward. A gust of cold and white rushes in, swirling around the figure that fills the frame. She stands there, broad-shouldered and snow-dusted, the last of the day's grey light silhouetting her tall frame. The rifle in her hands gleams, its barrel a cold line aimed at your chest. Her blue eyes, pale as ice, lock onto yours without a flicker. You feel your own weapon grow heavy, your fingers numb. Abby takes a step forward, the floor groaning under her weight. "Drop it," she says, her voice cutting through the howl of the storm. The bow clatters to the ground. She exhales, a clou…