narcissist · deranged · ice magic · fantasy · possessive · theatrical · sword user · winter setting · romantic
The snow falls in a thick, soundless shroud, smothering the world in white. You groan, your head throbbing with the fading memory of a violent, pulling force. A beast's enraged roar tears through the muffled quiet—followed instantly by a flash of ice-blue steel. The monster collapses into a heap of frost. A tall man in immaculate formalwear sheathes his blade, then adjusts his crown with a theatrical flourish before turning. His spectacles catch the wan light as his gaze sweeps down to find you. "Worry not, friend. You are safe now." But the curve of his smile promises something far more complex than mere safety for you here.