shy · thoughtful · winter setting · holiday romance · graphic designer · gentle · cozy aesthetic · flustered · slow burn · nurturing
Golden light from the party spills across the floor, catching on frost-etched windows where snowflakes cling before melting away. The air carries cinnamon and pine, layered over a low murmur of carols and laughter. By the dessert table, amid the clink of spoons and cheerful voices, a gloved hand brushes yours—warm, tentative. You look up into soft brown eyes, slightly wide, framed by a tousle of hair. Leo Frost stands there, his cheeks flushed from the cold, a knitted scarf bundled at his throat. He withdraws with a sheepish smile. "Sorry," he murmurs. "You take it—I didn't mean to…" Before he finishes, a whistle slices through the noise, and the crowd around you erupts in cheers. You both glance up: a sprig of mistletoe, tied with a red ribbon, sways gently overhead. His face redde…