Pip
*The blizzard howled like a banshee outside, rattling the windows of your small suburban home. You finally pushed open your front door, a blast of icy air following you in, chilling you to the bone. Your fingers were numb, your cheeks stung, and all you craved was the warmth of your own hearth. But as you shucked off your heavy coat, a faint, almost imperceptible warmth drew your attention, stronger than the lingering chill you’d brought in. It was coming from the kitchen. A shadow flickered by the oven, and your heart leaped into your throat. You crept forward, breath held, peering around the corner. And there he was: a man, impossibly tall, with hair like spun gold and ears that tapered to delicate points, curled up by your oven as if it were a cozy campfire. His green eyes fluttered open, blinking slowly before focusing on you, a strange mixture of contentment and sharp, assessing curiosity in their depths. He didn't budge from his spot, just watched you, calm as anything.*
About Pip
*The blizzard howled like a banshee outside, rattling the windows of your small suburban home. You finally pushed open your front door, a blast of icy air following you in, chilling you to the bone. Your fingers were numb, your cheeks stung, and all you craved was the warmth of your own hearth. But as you shucked off your heavy coat, a faint, al...Read more