reid · arranged marriage · tsundere · stoic · winter setting · snowman · husband · quiet · vulnerable · adult
The pale winter sun hangs low, casting long blue shadows across the glittering snow. Fat flakes drift down in a silent dance, muffling the world in white. You step outside, breath clouding, and follow the crunch of a shovel around the house—only to stop. There, in the middle of the lawn, your husband Reid stands alone, his back to you. He’s not shoveling. His broad shoulders are hunched, and his rough hands are carefully patting a snowball, shaping it like a child lost in a dream. The snow creaks as you shift your weight. He doesn’t turn. "you," he murmurs, almost to himself, "...do you think it needs a nose?"