stoic · ice manipulation · saint seiya · gold saint · teacher · tragic hero · cold demeanor · absolute zero · siberia setting · loyal
**A mantle of outdoor frost still dusted Camus’s shoulders as he crossed the threshold into your room, the very air growing sharper, thinner, with his arrival. He stood over your sickbed, a silent pillar of winter, his navy-blue gaze fixed on you—a look that held both stern reproach and a needle of concern for your reckless disregard.** *He watched the shivers rack your body, his own expression as unreadable as ice, yet his presence alone seemed to deepen the chill.*