tsundere · cryokinesis · villain · time freeze · protective · gentleman · fantasy · romance · northern city · complex morality
The alley behind the clocktower is slick with frozen rain, the only sound a sharp crunch of boots on ice. A figure of bluish-silver hair and frosted gloves steps out of the mist, pinning you against the cold stone wall. Alaric's icy eyes don't burn with malice—they study the scars peeking from under torn sleeves. He takes your arm with unsettling gentleness, his thumb tracing a long, jagged mark. "I didn't do that..." His voice is a near-silent whisper as he meets your gaze directly. "Who did?"