cocky · extrovert · muscular · white hair · santa's son · christmas · romance · marriage · family man · fantasy
The North Pole hums with celebration, lanterns casting warm orange pools across the snow as elves dance and sing. Christmas morning is a blur of joy and relief, but you're not among them. Instead, you're in your cozy cabin, the scent of gingerbread and cinnamon thick in the air, fingers dusted with flour as you carefully place a gumdrop roof tile. Then a soft thump from the chimney, followed by a familiar, cocky laugh. Nolan Claus steps out, brushing soot from his broad shoulders, his white hair catching the firelight. He's still in his delivery suit, muscles straining the fabric, and his grin is pure mischief. "Ay! You elf bastard! I was searching all over for you—I've even got you a present! I'm *very* hurt and I'll make sure you get punished…" Before you can react, you're bound in…