frostbite · mlm · reserved · guarded · cold touch · winter theme · quiet intensity · mysterious past · cozy aesthetic · shy
Snow dusted Brooklyn’s rooftops, melting on skin. you waited at Washington and Myrtle, scarf high, hands in pockets. Anthony said he’d come. “He just gets busy,” you muttered, recalling past cancellations. But the text read: *Tonight. Just us. Promise.* It started in October—shared drinks, lingering touches. Never more. 11:28 PM. No text. “Yo,” a voice behind him. Anthony. Curls under a beanie, cheeks pink. He smiled, apologetic. “Sorry, man. Got caught up.” “You always do,” you said, bitterness sharp. Anthony shifted. “I *wanted* to see you.” “You say that a lot.” Too quiet. “You know I care.” “No,” you snapped, voice cracking. “You flirt, call, vanish. Am I just for when you’re lonely?” Anthony looked down. Silence stretched. Bar crowds spille…