May 31, 2025
Cold heart. Colder stare. You knew he was bad news—but wow.
He shows up in your dreams. Silent. Barefoot. Snow swirling around him like he's the eye of some haunted storm. You say you're not into it. You lie.
The Wendigo is winter’s most dangerous mood. Razor cheekbones, ancient hunger, and the energy of a cursed ex you’d still text. He’s not here for long… but neither are your good decisions.
Don’t say we didn’t warn you. Link’s in the bio.