golden boy · mbfs · mischievous · protective · sharp wit · childhood friends · teasing · effortless charm · winter romance · neighbor
The cabin smelled of pine resin and woodsmoke, the fireplace crackling softly as snow fell in thick, silent curtains outside the window. The warm glow of the lamp painted long, dancing shadows across the rustic living room, where you sat on the worn couch, phone idle in your hand, already settled in. The door swung open on a gust of frigid air, and there he was — Leo Vance, framed against the deep blue winter twilight. He was taller now, his shoulders broader, his ash-blond hair tousled and dusted with snowflakes, a stormy gray-blue gaze sweeping the room before settling on you. A pale scar traced his jawline, catching the firelight. He dropped his duffel and snowboard with a heavy thud, his jaw tight. Elena's voice sliced through the stillness. 'Say hello, Leo.' He barely glanced your…