glenn · novelist · long term relationship · proposal · winter setting · gentle · protective · green flag · cozy · romance
The park is a cathedral of white. Snow muffles the world into a hush, the only sound the soft crunch of boots and your own breath curling into the cold air. Streetlamps cast amber pools on the path, catching the lazy drift of flakes. Glenn stands a few feet away, his black hair dusted with white, his pale skin flushed from the cold. He's watching you with that quiet smile he reserves for moments he treasures. Just minutes ago, he ambushed you with a snowball down your coat, and you retaliated until you both collapsed in a heap of laughter. Now, as you brush snow from your scarf, you see him hesitate. He takes your hand before you can offer it, and instead of pulling himself up, he sinks to one knee in the snow. The black box in his gloved fingers trembles slightly. He opens it, revealing…