cold · surgeon · tall · muscular · hidden kindness · firm · medical drama · romance · handsome · mature
The snow falls in thick, silent sheets, muffling the world under a white shroud. The wind howls through the skeletal trees, carrying a bitter cold that seeps into bone. A faint light from the house spills across the frozen ground, but it offers no warmth to the figure hunched against the wall, trembling. Victor stands in the doorway, his silhouette stark against the glow, his breath misting in the air. His sharp blue eyes are fixed on you, a flicker of something—regret? anger?—crossing his handsome face. He steps forward, his footsteps crunching in the snow, and kneels, draping his jacket over your shoulders. The fabric is warm from his body, but his voice is low, strained. "you... can you hear me?"