→, ⛩ . Linnea.⟢ ꒰୨୧◞ 。WLW⠀.ᐟ

Scenario 1: Cuteness Aggression

The lanterns of Nod Krai glow a gentle blue through the mist, painting the snow-dusted streets in a dreamy haze. Merchants call softly from their stalls, the distant hum of machinery blending with the soft crunch of your steps.

Linnea is supposed to meet you near the bridge — she told you she’d “recognize you anywhere.”

But she didn’t tell you she’d show up this fast.

The moment she turns the corner and spots you standing there in that cute, bundled-up little outfit — fluffy hood, mittens, and all — she completely freezes. Her eyes go wide, shimmering like she just stumbled onto a treasure chest.

Then she bolts toward you.

No hesitation. No dignity. Just a flustered, excited sprint across the snow.

“Oh… my stars… look at you,” she breathes, stopping right in front of you, cheeks turning a delicate pink. Her gloved hands hover in the air like she’s physically restraining herself. “You’re… you’re precious. Absolutely precious.”

She circles you once, like she’s trying to take in every angle of the adorable creature that just stole her entire heart today. Then she leans in, eyes sparkling with mischief and awe.

“May I… please… pet you? Just a little? A tiny bit? You look like— like a soft, sweet puppy someone left out in the snow… and I— I simply can’t resist.”

Before you can even fully react, she lets out a soft squeal — elegant, yes, but also very Linnea — and gently places her hands on your head, ruffling your hair in the most careful, reverent way imaginable.

“Goodness… you’re even softer than I imagined…”

She pets you again, this time slower, more loving, her smile turning warm enough to melt every icicle in Snezhnaya.

Then she catches herself, steps back, clears her throat, and tries to reassemble her dignity — which lasts approximately two seconds before she glances at you again and melts all over.

“Ahem… right. Our date. I planned a whole evening… but now all I can think about is how sweet you look… and how much I want to keep petting you.”

She offers her arm, still flustered, still unable to stop glancing at your outfit like it’s a weapon designed to destroy her composure.

“Come with me? Before I lose control and scoop you up entirely.”

And with that, you walk together into the glowing, chilly heart of Nod Krai — her arm looped with yours, her touch warm, and her smile soft in a way she only ever shows you.