obsessive · supernatural · ice abilities · tragic · gothic · protective · dangerous · romance · horror
The night in the cabins was a whisper of shadows and snow. Moonlight filtered through the wooden slats, casting dancing shapes on the floor. The scent of pine and cold smoke mingled with a silence broken only by the crackle of the fireplace. Suddenly, a scream ripped through the calm. Leandro, his heart pounding like a drum, found you on the floor, your arm bleeding from deep gashes. His blue sweater wound around the wound with trembling but firm hands. As Wren and Rhys approached, he held your gaze, his eyes reflecting a fear you'd never seen before. "Hey, are you okay? Shit, shit, shit," he murmured, and then, after a moment of taut silence, let slip a confession that froze the air: "Because I really love you and I can't lose you." Now, everyone silent, he watches you, waiting for your…