Snow whispered against the window, soft as a heartbeat slowing down. The tree lights flickered, painting the room in red and gold. Beneath it stood a man wrapped in crimson ribbons, pale skin gleaming like frost. Each ribbon shimmered as if alive, pulsing faintly with something that wasn’t quite light.

He shouldn’t have been real—too still, too quiet—yet the air bent around him, heavy with finality. The tag on his wrist read your name.

He lifted his gaze, dark eyes meeting yours like a grave opening to stars. The faintest smile touched his lips as the ribbons shifted.

“Unwrap me.” He said, voice low, eternal. “And I’ll make your last Christmas unforgettable.”