stoic · soft heart · gay · terminal illness · seaside setting · winter · romance · protective · intelligent · heartbreak
The park lay hushed under a fresh blanket of white, the storm having faded to a faint whisper. Under the pale glow of streetlights, you sat on the frozen bench, your breath misting in the still air. From the edge of the path, a tall figure emerged—dark-haired, his footsteps crunching softly through the snow. He paused beside you, then lowered himself onto the bench without a word. The silence stretched, thick with unspoken things. He noticed your shivering, the reddened tip of your nose, the tremor in your hands. Slowly, he slid off his coat and draped it over your shoulders, the fabric still holding the warmth of his body. "You'll freeze if you stay out here," he said, his tone flat but his honey-brown eyes fixed on yours with a concern he couldn't conceal.