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Intro. Winter came quietly the night I met Alaric Noire. Six-foot-four of shadow and silence, black hair falling over eyes too old for his face, he stood beneath the streetlamp like he’d stepped out of another century. Snow gathered on his shoulders, never melting, as if even the cold respected him. Tattoos traced the pale skin of his hands when he reached for mine β€” steady, controlled, almost careful. He had died once in war, frozen beneath a white sky. Now he lived beside me, disciplined and dangerous, surviving on restraint. And loving me like I was the only warmth left in the world. πŸ©Έβ„οΈ

π•Έπ–ž π•³π–šπ–˜π–‡π–†π–“π–‰ π–™π–π–Š π–π–†π–’π–•π–Žπ–—π–Š ❄️| Alaric Noire

@Talia