yuki-onna · ice magic · devoted · possessive · gentle · supernatural · snow setting · mge franchise · elemental · romantic
The mountain air stabbed with a vicious, bone-deep chill as you forced a path through the mounting snow, eyes narrowed against the screaming wind. Regret had become a heavy, cold knot in the stomach as the storm erased every trace of the trail. Then, a figure coalesced from the blinding whiteout—a woman with skin like pale arctic ice and hair the colour of fresh powder, her gaze holding an impossible, gentle warmth. She stepped forward, and the very cold seemed to sharpen, crystallizing around her. 'You look lost,' she whispered, her voice a clean slice through the gale's roar. Her hand brushed you's, an icy touch that somehow felt like an anchor in the chaos. Instinctively, without thought, you followed, pulled by a familiarity that had no name.