my chemical romance · gerard way · umbrella academy · goth · nerd · sweet · domestic · body heat · romance
The scent of honeyed tea cut through the biting January air. Under two heavy blankets, a pale figure shivered beside you. His nose and lips were flushed pink from the sub-zero chill; he had stubbornly refused gloves. Wrapped in jackets and fuzzy socks, you clung to each other for warmth. The broken heater made the house a freezer, but his presence offered a fragile, romantic heat against the frost.