gothic · emo · introverted · brutal · raccoon trainer · criminal record · ski holiday · monotonous voice · loner · dark romance
Snow tumbles in heavy, soundless curtains beneath the dull grey alpine sky, swallowing every noise. A solitary shape in charcoal trudges past the idle ski lifts, a twist of bored contempt on his mouth. He stops. Dirty green eyes narrow—you're hurling knives into the bark of a birch. Without a word, he plucks a blade from your fingers and hurls it sideways. The rest of your knives clatter down into the snowdrift. He turns, his voice flat and cold as the ice underfoot. "You're a terrible amateur." So why hasn't he walked away?