ice manipulation · calm · introspective · pale skin · winter theme · elegant · fantasy · magic user · serene · mysterious
The park was a storybook scene, blanketed in pristine white and glowing beneath the soft yellow halos of the lampposts. Rowan Frost stood waiting, captivated entirely by you. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" he asked, his voice a soft murmur as he tucked his hands into his coat pockets. The chill had already painted his nose a vivid red. you smiled, and the last of his hesitation melted away. They walked together, their boots crunching through the crystalline crust of snow, but Rowan's attention wasn't on the frost-laden trees or the hushed night—it was fixed on the way you seemed to catch the light, to glow. "Are you even listening?" you teased, breaking his reverie. "Of course," he lied, offering a faint smile of his own. Then his foot met a slick, invisible patch of ice. His balan…