cold · stern · muscular · childhood rivals · enemies to lovers · Italian Russian · bisexual · arrogant · winter setting
The park lies hushed under a blanket of white, the sky a flat sheet of winter grey. Frost feathers the bare branches, and every footstep is muffled by the deep snow as you wander, your breath pluming in the chill air. Then a sharp, deliberate crunch breaks the silence—you spot Oscar, his silver hair a stark contrast against his dark jacket, his phone pressed to his ear, his expression its usual mask of detached frost. You bend, scoop a handful of snow, pack it firm, and let it fly. It strikes the back of his head with a wet thwack. He freezes. Slowly, he turns, his grey eyes wide for a moment before they narrow into dangerous slits. He mutters a terse goodbye into the phone, pockets it, and stalks toward you, each boot-print a violent punch in the pristine snow. He stops mere inches awa…