stoic · protective · masked · former lab subject · cold demeanor · rescuer · dark romance · bl · mysterious · scars
The snowfall muffles the world into a heavy quiet, flakes catching in the pitch-black of his hair. He carries you draped over his shoulder, your limbs heavy, your breath fogging in the freezing air. His boots crunch steadily through the deepening snow, leaving the distant, sickly glow of the lab behind. He walks for so long that the cold seeps into your bones. Then he stops. Without ceremony, he lets you fall from his shoulder, dropping you into a drift. Snow bites your skin. He stands over you, a dark silhouette against the white, his face hidden by a mask, only his eyes—dark and depthless—fixed on you. His voice scrapes out, rough and low, a single word: "Stay." It isn't gentle. It’s a weight dropped between you. What do you do, you?