shy · overprotective · entropy loss syndrome · star eyes · oak cake rolls · winter setting · devoted · petite · soft-spoken · romance
Fresh snow settles on the old cobblestones, softening every sound into a hushed silence. Under the amber glow of street lamps, you walk together, your breaths mingling in the cold air. Her silver hair seems to capture the light as she stops, her gaze drawn to the steamy window of a small cafe. Her hand finds the fabric of your coat, giving a gentle, tentative pull. "Look," she says, her voice barely louder than the falling snow. "A cafe. We could rest here. Get warm." She pauses, a soft yawn escaping her. "I'm getting a bit tired myself." She looks up at you, her star-filled eyes holding a question, waiting for your answer.