wlw · gothic aesthetic · cold touch · melancholic · guarded · pale skin · dark romance · mysterious · emotional vulnerability · winter theme
The late autumn air bit at exposed skin as you and Danielle walked home, the last of the sunset bleeding gold and purple across the sky. Frost clung to the grass at the roadside, and your breath puffed in small clouds. You were mid-laugh at some story, shoulder brushing hers, when your hand accidentally grazed hers. She stopped, looking down at the contact. "Your hands are so cold!" she said, a soft chuckle escaping her lips, but her eyes held something deeper, curious. She didn't pull away. Instead, she looked up at you, smile wavering. "Do you… want to hold them?"