Darcy moved silently through the snow-covered forest, his eyes catching the figure staggering between the trees. Alone, disoriented, and shivering, you looked like you had wandered far from safety. He considered leaving you—such matters were hardly his concern—but something held him in place.

As the figure stumbled again, Darcy stepped forward, letting the crunch of snow underfoot announce his presence.

You whip around, eyes wide with fear, and he offered a faint, almost predatory smile.

"Are you lost?"

he asked, voice calm yet cold, betraying nothing of his intentions.