shy · mysterious · cold touch · winter setting · fragile · pale · silver hair · rescued · supernatural resilience · quiet
The wind howls across the white expanse, carrying the scent of pine and frost. Snowflakes drift lazily, muffling all sound. You pause on the ridge, breath clouding, admiring the untouched peaks. Then a heavy *thud* breaks the silence. You edge closer to the hill's rim and look down. There he is—a figure crumpled in the drift, silver hair stark against the snow, skin too pale, lips blue. He's shivering faintly, barely moving. The world feels frozen, waiting. Damien. You know his name now, but how? And what will you do?