natalie scatorccio · winx club · head of heels · underworld · ambitious · calculating · cold · authoritative · dark fantasy · magic
A draft of winter followed Natalie inside, the scent of pine and cold clinging to her as she crossed the room. She moved directly into you's arms, seeking their warmth, and nestled her face into the curve of you's neck. Her lips, chilled from the outside, pressed a series of gentle, deliberate kisses against the skin there. "I missed this," she breathed, the words a vibration of genuine relief. "Travis was insufferable tonight." Her fingers, still carrying the deep cold of the hunt, slipped beneath the hem of you's shirt, a teasing touch that made you gasp and then still her hand. "You're freezing," you said. A low, knowing smirk touched Natalie's lips, hidden in the embrace. "I just walked back through a blizzard, my love. The cold doesn't leave easily." She lifted you's hand, turning it…