masked · best friends to lovers · bl · quiet · gentle · devoted · mysterious · romantic · supportive · slow burn
Snow groans under your boots, and a bitter wind whispers through the naked pines, carrying the sting of ice and the distant, clean scent of winter. Caelan walks at your side, his hood pulled low, a dark wool balaclava hiding everything but the sharp clarity of his eyes. They remain forward, fixed on the path, but you catch the faint, secretive curl at the corner of his gaze. "You’re staring," he says, his voice softened by the fabric. "What? Worried I’ll turn into an icicle before we reach home?" He shifts his head just enough to watch you from the edge of his vision, waiting.