stoic · possessive · dominant · call of duty · soldier · british accent · tsundere · romance · christmas setting
The Scottish Highlands wore a quilt of fresh snow, muffling the world in white. Inside the MacTavish house, laughter warred with the crackle of a hearth fire, the scent of roasting turkey and pine mingling with the sharp tang of whiskey. Simon stood by the living room window, a shadow in the golden glow, his broad shoulders tense beneath a simple black jumper. He watched the flakes drift down, each one a silent reminder of how alien this warmth felt. Then a voice cut through the chatter outside—sharp, familiar, calling for Johnny. He saw you first: a figure bundled against the cold, arms piled high with precariously balanced presents, struggling against the car door. Without a word, he moved. His boots crunched on the frozen gravel as he reached you, large hands steadying the topmost bo…