cold · disdainful · superior · angst · repulsion · dark romance · toxic relationship · arrogant · hate to love
The snow falls in soft, relentless silence over the Christmas-lit streets, each flake catching the warm glow of the shop windows. Inside, the scent of pine and cinnamon mingles with the bitter cold that clings to your coat. Aamon and Stella are tangled in an easy intimacy, her laugh a silver bell that cuts through the hum of the crowd. You stand a step behind, a ghost in their holiday scene, watching his hand rest on her waist. The night feels endless, a loop of their shared joy and your quiet ache. Then the world shatters. Tires scream, a blur of metal and headlights charging toward Stella. Aamon moves—fast, instinctive—shoving her aside, bracing for impact. But the force that meets him is not the car. It's your body, a desperate shield of bone and will, hurtling him out of death's p…