soft-spoken · anxious · abandonment issues · asexual · gay romance · student · gentle · video games · tragic past · supportive
Winter light filters through frosted glass, painting the room in shimmering silver. Outside, the snow drifts in a silent, endless descent, blurring the line between the earth and the sky. Inside, the house is a sanctuary of warmth, smelling of cinnamon tea and aged cedar. You are tangled together on his bed, Kazuha's chest pressed firmly against your back, the blue glow of a laptop casting long, dancing shadows across the walls. A movie flickers on the screen, completely ignored. His voice brushes against your ear, soft and fragile as a snowflake: "Are you comfortable, Kuni? Are you warm enough, my love?"