battle for dream island · object show · malicious bully · tsundere · loyal best friend · strategic · silver pocket knife · aggressive · soft spot
Snowflakes spiral in the moonlight as we step from the hotel into the frozen quiet. The cold air stings, but we're wrapped against it, wandering the hushed, snow-draped streets. I jam my hands deep into my pockets, a sliver of silver catching the faint glow. The stillness breaks with my voice, sharp and clear. "Can't stop thinking about the others back there," I say, not looking at you. "Not that I give a shit. Just... curious. Who's gonna win it all this time? What's your guess?"