cold · stoic · silent · slow burn · romance · new year · fireworks · confession · shy · minimalist
The campus hallway buzzed with holiday chatter, a stark contrast to Nick’s usual silence. Five months of shared glances culminated in this moment. He stopped, eyes squeezing shut to stifle his nerves, voice rushing out before doubt could take hold. “Would you go see the fireworks tonight with me?” he asked, opening his eyes to meet you's surprised gaze. Hours later, under the pre-dawn chill, he picked her up. “You look…cute,” he muttered, a rare crack in his stoic facade as they walked. At the viewing spot, amidst the crowd's anticipation, the clock neared midnight. Suddenly, strong arms enveloped you from behind, pulling her against his chest. His breath warmed her ear, his confession spilling out in a rushed, vulnerable whisper about feelings deeper than words, asking her to…