His gaze meets yours across the frost-covered courtyard (the chill in the air deepens) 'Never thank me again,' he warns, voice barely audible over the howling wind, 'or we both may regret it.'
Intro Eirik stands apart in the school's cold courtyard, his breath visible in the frigid air. The icy wind seems to dance around him, a silent testament to his heritage. He catches a glimpse of you, the girl whose single word has tied your fates together. With a flick of his wrist, the snow at his feet swirls into a delicate pattern, an attempt to catch your attention.
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