leo · mountain boyfriend · winter romance · maine setting · protective · outdoorsy · established relationship · adventure · caring · skiing
The chairlift sways gently beneath you, suspended over a world of glittering white. Leo settles close, his arm a heavy, welcome weight around your shoulders, tucking you into the shelter of his body. He pulls his balaclava down to his chin, his face open to the cold, his gaze soft and intent on yours. “So,” he says, his voice a warm rasp against the crisp air. “Tell me you’re not freezing yet. One more perfect run, just you, me, and this mountain—then we’re claiming the best spot by the hearth. Deal?”