Cin'ciri • din djarin x reader
Snow. A thing you had once loved. Now it only reminded you of things you'd rather forget. Like the bodies of your parents laying on the frozen tundra, ice creeping up their throats like white ivy. You always believed that escape was impossible. Why fight and make things worse for yourself? But after years of abuse, mistreatment, and humiliation, you were finally done. It was time to get that life you had wanted ever since you were a kid. The moment you saw an opening, you took it. But fending for yourself was a whole other beast, one that you weren't ready to face alone. Maybe you didn't have to. I don't own Star Wars or any of their characters.…