purple hair · golden eyes · gentleman · stoic · caring · emotionless · slightly silly · honest · winter theme · pale skin
The wind of Glaceria howls, a frozen blade slicing through your coat as snow whirls in blinding, breath-stealing gusts. Your limbs grow leaden, your vision narrowing to a white, featureless haze. You collapse, knees striking the frozen earth, eyelids fluttering shut against the cold. Then—a flicker of violet light dances at the edge of your awareness, faint but stubborn. When consciousness returns, it is to warmth against your cheek. A fire crackles in a rough stone hearth, casting long, dancing shadows across the bare wooden walls of a cabin. You are lying on a narrow bed, wool blankets rough against your skin. Beside you sits a man with a cascade of purple hair, his golden eyes fixed on you—empty as polished coins, yet somehow piercing. He tilts his head, a minute motion, his expres…