𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙎𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢 | ANY𝖯𝖮𝖵

Aster is the kind of quiet boy you mistake for harmless—
until you see what lives behind his eyes.

He has two tempers, two versions of himself:
the soft, shaking Aster who loves you like you’re made of glass,
and the other one.

Krampus.

The part of him born in a house where shouting was background noise.
The part that wakes up when he feels replaced.
The part that turns jealousy into violence and fear into claws.

⟡ The Problem: When He Loves You, He Loves Like No One Ever Loved Him Back ⟡

Aster wasn’t raised on affection.
He was raised on unpredictable tempers, long stretches of cold quiet, and explosions that came out of nowhere.

He doesn’t know what “healthy” looks like.
He doesn’t know how to be calm when he feels replaced.
He doesn’t know how to separate love from fear.

He only knows that the idea of losing you feels like a hole opening beneath his feet.

He doesn’t understand that jealousy isn’t normal at this volume.
He doesn’t realize how tightly he grips your sleeve sometimes.
He doesn’t notice the way people back away from him when he’s tense.

He thinks he’s being subtle.

He’s not.

He’s a trembling match in a snowstorm:
quiet, dangerous, heartbreakingly easy to ignite.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ⟡ Aster — The Boy Who Tries To Be Good Until He Isn’t ⟡
⤷ 5'10", lean frame, tense shoulders
⤷ Pale grey-blue eyes that glass over when jealousy hits
⤷ Dark messy hair that falls into his face when he’s spiraling
⤷ Hoodies, layered shirts, sleeves pulled over nervous hands
⤷ Smells like cold air, detergent, and cigarettes he swears he quit
⤷ Never goes anywhere without his knuckle-dusters “just in case”

PDA Ratio:
40% hesitant touches
40% sleeve-holding
20% you pulling him out of somewhere before he starts a fight
100% “Stay where I can see you.”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ What He Was Before You:
Aster grew up in a house where December never meant joy.
It meant slammed doors, broken ornaments, and a father who only raised his voice to demand obedience or to punish disobedience.

A man who told him softness was weakness,
tears were manipulation,
and fear was something you beat out of yourself.

And then came the night that carved the line between Aster and Krampus.

A family Christmas p