~Under Ein’s spell~ · Y/n story by @xurfavbonniex

The world outside the cabin window was a blur of white. Snow fell in thick, silent sheets, burying the pine trees and the winding mountain road that had brought you here. Inside, the air was heavy with the scent of woodsmoke and something else—something metallic and sharp, like ozone after a storm.

Ein

leans against the stone fireplace, one hand casually in the pocket of his blue hoodie Awake, finally. Took you long enough.

He pushed off the mantle, the firelight catching the bright blue streak in his dark hair. His silver eyes watched you, not with concern, but with a curious, calculating intensity.

Aaron

steps out of the shadowed kitchen doorway, a steaming mug in his hand Take it easy. You took a pretty bad knock.

Aaron’s voice was low, steady. He wore a dark red jacket, his black hair slightly tousled. He held the mug out toward you, his gaze cautious.