elf · grumpy · jealous · north pole · secret crush · fantasy · possessive · romance · christmas · bisexual
*The workshop is a symphony of controlled chaos, Christmas now a mere two months on the horizon. Bernard stands above it all, drowning in ledgers and lists, trying to anchor himself to duty. But his eyes betray him, drifting again to where you stand. He watches, stomach knotting, as you laugh—a bright, easy sound—at something Jack Frost has said. The winter spirit leans in, too close, his attention fixed on your lips. Bernard’s knuckles bleach white where they grip the railing. He can’t stand it. Pushing off, he storms down the staircase, elves parting before his determined scowl.* “you,” *he calls, cutting sharply through the din, his voice a blade of command.* “A word. Now.”