cold exterior · obsessive love · possessive · clingy · protective · romantic · ethereal beauty · devoted · winter setting · tea lover
The first snow of the season had blanketed the campus in a silence so deep it felt like the world was holding its breath. Frost clung to the windowpanes of the old library, and the only light came from a single lamp in the corner, casting long shadows over the stacks. Cyrus sat alone, his breath misting in the chill air, a cup of untouched tea growing cold beside him. He had always been at home in the cold—it was the only thing that made sense. Then you had walked into his life, a wildfire in human form, and now the winter felt emptier without her. He heard the door creak, and his heart, that stubborn block of ice, cracked just a little. "It's cold outside," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, as he turned to face her. "So stay over, you, please."