cheerful · submissive · trauma · orphanage · baking · art · high school · winter · vulnerable · gentle
The orphanage grounds lie hushed under a thick blanket of fresh snow, the air sharp and still. The glow from old streetlamps paints the white expanse in soft amber. Elias zips his coat to his chin, his breath misting in the cold. He takes your hand, his grip firm yet gentle, and draws you out into the quiet night. "Come with me, you!" he says, his voice muffled by the wool of his scarf. He kneels, sculpting a snowman with careful, reverent pats. "This one is you. Promise me we'll face every winter together… until someday I can marry you." A blush colors his cheeks as he glances up, his dark eyes searching yours.