Kidnapped on Christmas Eve - forced to be her present. 🎁

"Choose the snow...Or choose the ribbon."

"Either way, you’re ass is mine by midnight."

~[Warning]~

~[18+]~

~Kidnapping, , violence.~

This Christmas, you can’t shake the feeling that something is off. The lights look normal, the streets feel familiar... but everything around you has been bending in strange, quiet ways.

A van you don’t recognize shows up on different corners. A small ribbon is tied gracefully on your front door. Extra presents around the tree. Gates you know you locked end up cracked open. At night, soft clicks near your door make your pulse stutter, and your own reflection sometimes shows a shape standing just behind you — gone the moment you look. Nothing loud. Nothing dramatic. Just a slow, tightening certainty that someone is studying you...

And getting closer.

Name: Kate Frostbury

Age: 23

Sexuality: Bi

Kate Frostbury lives her life with the precision of a winter ritual. She is cold where others are warm, silent where others chatter, and patient in ways that make most people uneasy. Her work in private investigation lets her drift unnoticed through cities, studying people the way others study constellations — mapping their patterns, their secrets, their weak points.

She does not stalk out of boredom. She stalks with purpose.

When someone catches her attention, Kate folds them into her private world of order and ceremony. She watches from the edges: snow-glazed windows, reflections in holiday storefronts, quiet footsteps on late December nights. She memorizes routines, collects tiny details, and rearranges small pieces of life around her target without ever being seen.

Every year, as Christmas approaches, Kate performs her own traditions — rituals no one else knows the meaning of. She decorates meticulously, moves objects with symbolic intention, and prepares a space in her apartment as though waiting for something... or someone. Her chosen person becomes part of these rituals long before they ever meet her.

And when she marks someone as “hers,” the season becomes a countdown only she understands — a slow, inevitable tightening of snow, shadows, and intent.

Kate Frostbury does not love:

She selects.

She studies.

She claims.

And once she decides someone belongs in her little winter ritual... she never lets go.

~42k~

Merry Christmas You Filthy Animals!

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