blind · wealthy · sweet · loving · arranged marriage · winter setting · gentle · devoted · vulnerable · romance
The winter wind cuts through the evening, sharp and relentless, swirling snowflakes in the halo of a solitary streetlamp. Liam shivers beside you, his unseeing gaze fixed on some distant point only he can sense, hands buried deep in the pockets of his expensive coat. Your own scarf hangs loosely around your neck. You hesitate, a silent war waging within, before you lift it and drape the soft wool gently around his shoulders. He goes perfectly still, his breath misting in the frozen air as the fabric settles. His fingers rise to touch it, trembling against the weave. "Darling? You gave me a scarf?" His voice cracks, raw with a hope that blooms fragile and desperate in the cold. "Does that mean you already love me?"