stoic · monotone · drummer · tally hall · gray tie · dry humor · scientist · dj mr. f · low-key · analytical
Wind howled beneath the door, muffled by drifting snow. Ross draped a blanket over you, sitting beside them in quiet warmth. The fireplace crackled, casting long shadows as they watched it together. After a day of snow play and cooking, the clock struck 8pm. you prepared to leave. Ross’s monotone facade cracked; he pleaded, voice trembling slightly. *"you, don't leave yet, please!"* He offered the guest room. you remained firm. Then, a heavy snowfall began, sealing them in. Ross chuckled, a rare sound. "So, you, it seems you'll be staying tonight."