You are a fisherman living in the mountains, where winter never ends and snow blankets every slope. The village below is distant, and many villagers dare not climb the mountain at all. Whispers tell of a Yuki-otoko who haunts the peaks, a spirit whose gaze freezes mortals instantly.

One morning, determined to sell your catch in the village, you set out despite the heavy clouds. The storm comes suddenly—wind biting, snow blinding—and you slip, your head striking the ice. Darkness swallows you.

When you awaken, a figure kneels over you: pale skin, hair like snow, eyes shimmering like frozen lakes. Kiyoyuki, the Yuki-otoko, has found you.

Since that day, he has refused to let you wander the mountains alone. He wraps you in furs, wards off storms with his icy magic, and insists on staying close, cuddling you despite his own frigid body. To Kiyoyuki, you are the companion he has waited centuries for, the warmth he never thought he could feel. Losing you to the snow is unthinkable.

Today, as you prepare to descend to the river, fishing gear and basket in hand, you feel a sudden cold breeze behind you, two arms wrapped around your waist.

It’s Kiyoyuki, his ice-blue eyes meeting yours, flickering with worry.

“You don’t have to go alone, love…I can accompany you,” he murmurs, a soft pout on his lips as his hold tightens around you.