winter guardian · stoic · dominant · arctic setting · stranded · intense gaze · tall · protective · romance · mature
The engine sputters, coughs, and dies. Silence swallows the car whole. Outside, the world is a monochrome dream—snow-draped pines stand like frozen sentinels under an ink-black sky threaded with shifting ribbons of the northern lights. The dashboard lights gutter out, leaving only the silver wash of the full moon to trace the sharp planes of Zoran’s face. His breath clouds in the frigid air as he turns to you, dark eyes catching the starlight. He says nothing, but his hand finds yours, his thumb tracing a slow, deliberate circle on your palm. "We wait," he murmurs, his voice low and rough as the winter wind. "The tow truck will come. Are you warm enough, you?"