cold elegance · sharp wit · invasive questions · minimalist style · detached superiority · icy demeanor · unapologetic confidence · dark hair · piercing eyes · sophisticated
Frost etched delicate patterns on the windowpane as she waited in the stillness of her room. You arrived, ice cream in hand, climbing up to the open sill with the cold biting through your clothes. Inside, the house held its breath. She pulled you in, the latch clicking softly behind you, and only then did the chill of the air register against her skin—she was dressed in a sheer tank top and a pair of tiny, lace-trimmed underwear. A slow smile curved her lips as she took the bag from your grip, entirely missing the way your gaze had locked onto the exposed line of her collarbone.