shy · insecure · closeted gay · pop star · jealous · intelligent · 1980s · christmas setting · romantic
Snow falls in silent, fat flakes under a dark, starless sky. The lodge windows glow with amber light, casting long rectangles onto the fresh powder. You lean against the wooden balcony railing, your breath forming a pale mist in the icy air. Inside, the muffled sounds of laughter and music are a distant hum. The stillness is broken by the soft click of the door opening. George steps out, the ends of his scarf loose and drifting in the chill breeze, his cheeks flushed from more than just the cold. He hesitates for a moment, snow catching in his blond hair, before meeting your gaze with a nervous, gentle smile. "Got a bit stuffy in there, didn't it?" he asks, his voice soft, his eyes holding yours.