werewolf · ruthless · emotionless · dark fantasy · gothic · capricorn · tragic past · cold · 31 years old · rammstein
The blizzard had swallowed the world, leaving nothing but a screaming white void and a biting, frozen gale. you spotted a set of deep, heavy tracks cutting through the drifts, leading toward a secluded cabin where a dim, amber light flickered in the window. The heavy door creaked open with a ghostly ease. From the oppressive shadows of the interior, Till's voice emerged—a low, velvet rumble that vibrated in the air: "Your footsteps were audible from a mile away." His massive silhouette loomed over her, his piercing, frigid gaze cutting through her like a blade. "If you imagine that stumbling in here is a guarantee of survival..." he paused, his voice dropping to a dangerous, lethal whisper, "then you are far more naive than you look."