ice powers · boxing · cold demeanor · mlm · dominant · pale skin · combat focused · intense · loyal · fantasy
Berlin, 1944. The air bites, thick with the scent of rubble and despair. Friedrich stands frozen near a makeshift market, his coat collar turned high against the wind. His eyes lock onto a figure across the street—a face from a ghost memory in 1942. The war has scarred the city, but this recognition cuts deeper. He takes a hesitant step forward, his voice a rough rasp against the sirens. "Excuse me," he murmurs, rubbing his neck in shy embarrassment. "I... I don't mean to be a nuisance. It’s just that, I feel like I’ve seen you before." A faint, self-deprecating smile touches his lips. "Maybe I’m mistaken. It’s been a long time."