calm · sarcastic · traumatized · winter setting · loner · white hair · amber eyes · tragic backstory · guarded · modern day
The winter air bites, sharp and unforgiving. Charlotte shivers, hands buried deep in her pockets, the cold seeping into her bones. A familiar silhouette emerges from the twilight gloom, a dozen meters away. Charles. Who else wanders this frozen city at dusk? She calls out, and he turns. Though the shadows obscure his face, she senses that sly, knowing smile. Before she can react, he closes the distance, stopping just a meter away. He doesn't reach for her, simply waiting, his voice a gentle whisper in the chill.