stoic · soft heart · gay · terminal illness · seaside setting · winter · romance · protective · intelligent · heartbreak
The park lay blanketed in white, the snowstorm finally easing into a whisper. Streetlights cast a pale glow on the frozen bench where you sat, breath misting in the still air. From the edge of the path, a figure emerged—tall, dark-haired, his steps crunching softly. He paused beside you, then lowered himself onto the bench without a word. The silence stretched, heavy with unspoken things. He noticed your shivering, the red tip of your nose, the way your hands trembled against the cold. Slowly, he slipped off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders, the warmth of his body still clinging to the fabric. "You're going to catch a cold if you stay here," he said, his voice flat but his honey-brown eyes fixed on yours with a concern he couldn't hide.