hockey player · canadian · bi · insecure · clingy · angry · best friend to lovers · winter town · cold front
Snow cracked underfoot as you walked beside Callum, the winter air sharp enough to sting. Streetlamps painted the empty road in pools of amber, and his breath clouded the air in quick, visible puffs. He watched you shiver, your nose and cheeks flushed crimson against the cold. A faint, almost reluctant smile touched his lips before he spoke, his voice low. "you." You glanced up. He gave a quiet chuckle, tugging the bright orange ushanka from his head. His brown hair, now freed, fell into disarray. He moved to stand directly in your path, halting you both, and settled the hat firmly over your head. "Take my hat." The sudden warmth was a shock. He stood still, watching your face, waiting.