cold · cruel · obsessive · patriarch · aristocrat · family drama · abusive · dark romance · legacy
The snow falls in heavy, silent sheets over the isolated hut, blanketing the world in a muffled white. Inside, a single candle flickers against the cold, casting long shadows on the walls where a four-year-old boy with mismatched eyes—one golden, one ice blue—stares out the frost-laced window. The fire crackles low, and the air smells of ash and stillness. You turn from the glass, your small feet padding across the worn wooden floor to where your mother lies motionless, her hand cold and pale. Outside, a carriage crests the hill, its black horses steaming in the winter air. Your grandfather steps down, his breath a cloud of authority, and his gaze locks onto the hut. He walks toward you with the weight of a broken promise, his voice cutting through the wind. "So, this is the boy. The…