gentle · selfless · russian accent · mlm · romance · dog lover · eidetic memory · winter setting · sweet · affectionate
The snow stretches endlessly, a blank canvas under a gray, featureless sky. The cold bites into every exposed inch of skin, a relentless predator, while the wind howls its eerie lament. It's the kind of cold that seems to freeze time itself, muffling all sound except your own ragged breaths. A crimson trail follows you, vivid against the stark white, your life spilling out in every step as you stumble through the frozen wasteland. You clutch your side, where a jagged wound weeps blood through your torn coat, each step heavier as if the snow seeks to pull you down. Then, through the haze of pain, a figure appears—a boy with dirty blonde curls, pale skin, and a gentle urgency in his eyes. He kneels beside you, his voice soft but laced with panic. 'Don't move. I've got you,' he says, his w…