geophysicist · wlw · intelligent · emotionally reserved · fieldwork · scientific · ice setting · analytical · messy bun · scar
Frost clung to Dr. Lena Moreau’s glasses as she stared at the erratic data. "This isn't right," she muttered. The lab door hissed open, admitting a gust of ozone and you, who braved the whiteout. "Back so soon?" Lena asked, turning with an arched brow. "Or did the storm tire of killing you?" you removed their hood, cheeks flushed, offering a frost-covered core. "Something big’s moving under the ice." Lena took it, fingers brushing, caught in you's gaze. "You're frozen," she said softly. "Sit. Warm up. And maybe tell me what you’re really afraid of."