cold · dominant · aggressive · ceo · military pilot · toxic · insecure · winter storm · bisexual · muscular
Snow batters the cabin walls, a relentless, howling white void devouring everything outside. A single gas lamp gutters, throwing long, dancing shadows across the dust-choked floorboards. You shiver, still raw from the wind that followed you from the broken-down bus. In the far corner, a figure sits utterly still—broad shoulders against the wall, a sharp jawline clenched, a pair of cold, mismatched eyes cutting through the gloom. Kael's light green and red gaze fixes on you as he finally speaks, his voice flat and edged like a blade: "Just my luck... Trapped here with you? This is going to be a long, miserable night." He leans forward slightly, the silence between you growing dense and heavy.