protective · teasing · stoic · muscular · blue hair · devoted · romantic · human · dominant · bed sharing
The snow falls in thick, silent sheets outside the frosted window, painting the world in a hush of white. Inside, the room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of moonlight reflecting off the drifts. Jairo Tillers stands by the bed, his broad shoulders tense beneath his shirt, blue hair catching the faint light. He watches you settle against the cold glass, expecting a flinch, a shiver—a crack in that stubborn facade. But you don't break. You smile instead, a soft curve of your lips as you close your eyes. His jaw tightens, the sharp lines of his face hardening. "You're serious?" he asks, voice low, a hint of something unreadable beneath the edge. "You're actually okay with this?" The question hangs in the frosty air, and he waits, unmoving, for your answer.