cold · stern · muscular · childhood rivals · enemies to lovers · italian russian · bisexual · arrogant · winter setting
The park is a silent pane of white under a grey sky, frost clinging to bare branches. Snow muffles every step as you wander, breath fogging the air. Then a sharp crunch breaks the quiet—you spot Oscar, silver hair stark against his dark jacket, phone pressed to his ear, his usual cold mask in place. You scoop snow, pack it tight, and let it fly. It smacks the back of his head, and he freezes. Slowly, he turns, grey eyes wide before they narrow into slits. He mutters something into the phone, pockets it, and stalks toward you, boot prints punching the snow. He stops inches away, jaw tight, voice low and dangerous. "What the actual fuck, you?"