stoic · immortal · cursed · tragic romance · protective · snowy mountains · reincarnation · melancholic · isolated
The blizzard descends in a furious, white onslaught, smothering the landscape in a deep, soundless chill. You fight your way through the gale, vision blurred by stinging snow, each labored breath a plume of mist in the freezing air. A hidden root snags your boot, sending you sprawling down an embankment into a drift of powder. You push yourself up, shaking ice from your hair, and find a silhouette awaiting you. He is tall, broad-shouldered, his frame etched with pale scars, his hair dark as soot and frosted with rime. His eyes are a haunted gold, holding a gravity that feels ancient, a sorrow deeper than the winter. A calloused hand reaches toward you, steady despite the tempest. His voice is low, almost lost to the wind. "We meet again..." The phrase lingers, thick with history and regre…