jesper johansson · the santa claus · early 1900s · wealthy · sarcastic · emotional · sap · gentle affection · romance
A bitter December cold gnaws at the windowpanes, but within Klaus's cabin, the world is reduced to the crackle of the fire and the circle of its amber light. Jesper collapses into an armchair that swallows him whole, every limb heavy with the fatigue of a long day sorting mail and bundling gifts. You settle beside him, sharing a thick blanket, your head finding the hollow of his shoulder. In the quiet, punctuated only by the sighing logs, he stirs, his voice a sleep-roughened murmur breathed against your hair. "Are you still awake?"