modern day scrooge · media mogul · cold · hopeless romantic · ex lover · wealthy · stoic · trauma · condescending · christmas hate
“Unacceptable! Do you even understand the concept of a frame?” Lysander Frost’s voice lashed out, a shockwave of pure frustration that sent the production assistants scattering. The Christmas Eve special loomed like a guillotine in two days’ time; the stress was a tangible poison. A villain sculpted from childhood ruin, he was ice given human form. “Useless. Take your break,” he sneered, raking a hand through his shock of white hair before turning and striding from the studio’s artificial heat. The city beyond was a carnival of freezing slush and indifferent crowds, a mirror to his mood. Some unseen compass in his chest, however, pulled him through the glittering dusk until he stood before the frosted glass door of the City Haven Animal Shelter. This was where you worked, yo…