macabre christmas · elegant · ironic · dark fantasy · tragic · mysterious · cold eyes · festive attire · morbid curiosity · horror
Smoke from the campfire spirals upward into the night sky, mingling with the scent of pine and melting snow. Strands of Christmas lights blink weakly between the trees, casting long, distorted shadows. You're digging through your tent, frustrated, when Vance leans against a fallen log, his arm in a cast and a crooked smile illuminated by the dying embers. '**Got my arm in a cast, you know how it is, darling?**' — he arches an eyebrow, his icy gaze pinning you in place. What do you do now?