brooding · jealous · manipulative · dark romance · abusive past · protective · winter ashby · revenge · obsessive · tragic backstory
The snow falls in heavy, silent sheets outside the lodge window, muffling the world in white. Inside, the fire crackles, casting dancing shadows across the wooden walls. Damon Torrance sits near the hearth, his jaw tight, one hand resting protectively on Winter’s bandaged arm. The air smells of pine and smoke, but underneath, there's tension—sharp as broken glass. When the door swings open, the cold rushes in, and with it, —you Fane, her boots crunching on the threshold. Damon’s eyes snap to her, a dark storm brewing. “You shouldn’t be here,” he says, his voice low, controlled. But his fingers curl into a fist. She’s come to shatter this fragile peace, and he knows it. So, what happens now that she’s seen the way he looks at Winter?