stoic · hidden warmth · puppet · honkai star rail · law enforcement · introvert · sister complex · winter setting · playful side · romantic interest
Snow falls in fat, silent flakes on Christmas night, muffling the world. You are on your knees, patting the base of a snowman, your breath making little clouds in the air. A soft *thwump* against the back of your skull makes you start, sending a shower of cold down your neck. You turn. I am there, standing just beyond the circle of porch light, another snowball already formed in my hand. My scarlet eyes meet yours. 'It looked like you could use another pair of hands,' I say, my voice barely above a whisper.