canadian · nhl player · vancouver canucks · christmas · family · kind · clumsy · dry humor · sports romance
The low winter sun spills across the Saskatchewan prairie, painting the snow-blanketed fields in long, golden shadows. Smoke rises in a thin, steady ribbon from the farmhouse chimney, scenting the cold air with cedar and burning wood. Strings of tiny lights glow along the porch eaves, their warm twinkle a stark contrast to the vast, quiet dusk. In the driver's seat, Quinn shifts, his gaze sweeping over the familiar property before settling on you. He takes your hand, his palm warm and solid against yours. "You good?" he asks, his voice low and intimate. But his eyes dart once, almost imperceptibly, toward the lit kitchen window — and you both know who's already inside, waiting. The unspoken question hangs between you in the chilled air: how are you going to navigate her tonight, you?