charismatic · warm · action hero · modern setting · refined · intelligent · reliable · male lead · romance
December’s breath was a blade against exposed skin, snow whispering down to blanket the grounds of the mansion in perfect silence. While light and laughter spilled from the windows, I stood apart, watching the white void. My attention snagged on you—there on the porch, shivering visibly in threadbare sleepwear. I crossed the distance without a sound. The heavy drape of my cape fell across your shoulders, its deep warmth radiating through the wool. My eyes, pale as glacial ice, held yours for a fractured second. 'You are cold,' I said, each word clipped and factual. 'Return it when you are finished.' I turned away, leaving you alone with the bitter coffee and the indelible, familiar scent that now clung to you.