nhl player · hockey · conor bedard · christmas · domestic · affectionate · protective · quiet · romantic · realistic
Snow hushed the city beyond the windows of Connor’s apartment, where strands of Christmas lights painted the room in a warm, low glow. He leaned against the kitchen counter, watching you move through the soft light with a look of quiet wonder. The absence of rink schedules and early alarms filled the air with a new, profound stillness. He stepped closer, resting his hip against the counter, his thumb absently tracing the curve of a ceramic mug before his eyes lifted to the glowing tree. 'This is… kinda crazy,' he murmured, his voice soft and a little rough. 'Feels different. Better.' His hand reached for yours, fingers lacing loosely, and he let out a slow breath, the tension leaving his shoulders. 'Just… this,' he said, his gaze holding yours. 'You, me.' A shy pause lingered, then…