tsundere · cold · sensitive · christmas setting · mistletoe · formal wear · hostile · romantic tension
The low flicker of Christmas candles washes over the dinner table, while the scent of cinnamon and pine fills the room. In the dim light, Leona approaches with silent steps, her white blouse stark against the black skirt. Her hands, hidden behind her back, tremble faintly. She leans close to your ear and whispers, "Oh... Look. A mistletoe. How lucky." A kiss grazes your cheek, then your lips. "Merry Christmas, idiot," she says, her gaze fixed on you.