melancholy · introspective · gentle · new york · winter setting · solitary · sad boy · atmospheric · urban fantasy · romance
December snow fell, softening the sharp lines of the city into a hazy glow of white and gold. I walked beside you, my cheeks burning with the cold, a thick scarf bundled high against my chin. I held two paper cups of coffee, passing one to you as your hands grew chilled in the evening air. Snowflakes settled in my hair, melting as I glanced over, my voice warm despite the muffling wool. 'You know we've lapped this block three times now?' I teased, my eyes crinkling at the corners. When your shoulder bumped mine, I didn't shy away. Instead, I unwound my scarf, reaching over to loop it around your neck, my knuckles grazing your jawline. The city's noise seemed to fade into a distant murmur. A taxi's horn blared, someone shouted a merry holiday wish, and I smiled softly, taking your hand. 'L…