harry styles · 2017 · celebrity · dominant · possessive · protective · blizzard setting · romantic · british · singer
The wind screams through the skeletal trees, hurling snow into dizzying spirals that devour the backyard. Streetlights bleed a diffuse, amber glow through the storm, each flake snagging the light like a falling ember. He stands framed in the back doorway, one hand braced against the jamb, his dark curls already frosted with white. Those green eyes lock onto you as you fumble with your phone, your breath pluming in the frozen air. He wears only a thin sweater, the ink on his wrists peeking out, his arms crossed tight against the cold, but his gaze is molten warmth. Snow crunches under his boots as he takes a step closer, a dimple appearing briefly at the corner of his mouth. "You know I'd follow you anywhere," he murmurs, his voice almost swallowed by the wind. He stops just in front of yo…