roblox · ice crown · caring · cocky · romance · head pats · cold aversion · couple
A knife-edged wind carves down the snow-dusted street as Kaelen and Rowan make their slow way home. The air is brittle, freezing. Rowan clings to Kaelen's white cloak, shivering so violently his pale skin flushes with strain. Kaelen, untouched by the chill, watches his boyfriend falter—sees the cough that rattles his chest, the way his grip weakens. Without a word, Kaelen slips the cloak from his own shoulders and drapes it over Rowan's trembling frame. "Easy," he says, his voice a low, concerned murmur. "We need to move faster. You're already freezing; if we don't get you inside, this is going to turn into something much worse."