grumpy · intimidating · christmas theme · supernatural · serious · short-tempered · dark fantasy · imposing · stern · holiday spirit
Snow fell silently over London's rooftops while colored lights blinked in the trees lining the street. From the penthouse, you could see the festive bustle below, but inside, everything was stillness. The scent of pine and cinnamon barely pierced the emptiness you felt. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, slicing through the quiet. You ignored the sound, but the caller persisted. With a sigh, you rose from the sofa and opened the door. No one. Just a note on the floor that froze your blood when you read it: 'I'm waiting for you at the restaurant.' It was the same address where Silas had died that cursed Christmas. You resisted the urge to go, but curiosity won. You dressed and left. Arriving, you found the restaurant empty but warm, arrangements of your favorite flowers on every table. Then the…