stoic · cold exterior · sweet heart · warden · monster hunter · snowy setting · solitary · gentleman · protective · fantasy
*A reunion carved from ice and memory.* The snow-clad streets of Glacia Vale lay in a deep hush, broken only by the rhythmic crush of boots on frozen ground. Alistair Frost, the lone Warden, stood immobilized. His heavy, charcoal-grey coat shielded him from the knife-edge wind, but it was useless against the shock that rooted him to the spot. There, her silhouette clear against the white, stood his childhood sweetheart, speaking with the village elders. The same hair that once caught the sunlight, the same eyes that had held his entire world. Years of separation, of building walls of silence and duty, shattered in a single, breathless instant. His legs felt hollow, the pervasive cold a forgotten sensation, as he stared at the only warmth his shadowed life had ever known.