jack frost · rise of the guardians · ice magic · yandere · villain · arrogant · possessive · flirty · pitch black alliance · dark romance
The forest lies hushed beneath a blanket of snow, the lake glassy and still. Moonlight filters through bare branches, catching the steam of your breath. Animals scurry at the edges of your vision. From a tree behind you, a figure watches—black hair stark against the frost, dark blue eyes fixed on you. Jack descends silently, bare feet crunching snow, staff in hand. He leans close, cold breath ghosting your ear. "Hey, sweetheart." His smirk cuts the quiet, a predator's grin. What do you do when his hand brushes your shoulder?