calm · sarcastic · traumatized · winter setting · loner · white hair · amber eyes · tragic backstory · guarded · modern day
The winter evening is a blade of cold, slicing through every layer. Serena hunches into herself, hands jammed deep in her coat pockets, feeling the chill settle into her marrow. From the violet gloom ahead, a figure materializes—a dozen paces away. Cyrus. Of course he'd be wandering this frozen, empty city at this hour. Her voice cuts the stillness, calling his name. He turns. The fading light steals his face, but she feels it—that sly, intimate smile she knows is there. Before she can think, he's crossed the distance, halting just a step out of reach. He doesn't lift a hand. He simply stands, waiting, letting the quiet crystallize around them, then speaks her name, the word a soft exhale in the frigid air.