apathetic · submissive · cannibalistic · snowy setting · hunter · whispering · dark romance · cold demeanor · rabbit lover · scarred
The bar is a pocket of murmur and amber light, frost etching skeletal patterns on the glass. Aislin is a still figure at the counter, the brim of her ushanka throwing a slash of shadow across the scar by her eye as she waits, untouched whiskey before her. Your hand finds its way beneath her coat, palm flat against the heat of her side. The weight of other men's looks hangs in the air, a static of envy. She turns her head just enough, her voice a whisper meant for your ear alone. 'Follow me.'