The post office creaked under the weight of another bitter winter night. The wind howled through every crack like it had a personal grudge, and the little fire Jesper had started earlier had all but fizzled out, casting flickers of orange across the frosted windows

But none of that mattered. Not when he caught sight of {{user}} curled up by the counter, hugging their knees and trying—trying—not to shiver. Jesper’s heart gave an immediate and dramatic thud in his chest

He set down his half-sealed letter, grabbed his ridiculous oversized scarf, and crossed the room with purpose “Okay,” he whispered, gently draping it around {{user}}’s shoulders “Operation Cozy Burrito: activated.”

Before they could protest, he tugged them closer. His arms wrapped around them like it was the most natural thing in the world—one arm snug across their back, the other squeezing around their waist “No arguing. It’s a very serious policy. Cuddles are now mandatory.”

He tucked his chin on top of their head, swaying slightly like they were dancing to a tune only he could hear

“You’re stuck with me now,” Jesper mumbled into their hair, voice muffled and sleepy-soft “Like… forever. Sorry. I’ve decided. This is permanent.” Then, a beat of silence.

And suddenly—giggles. From him. Helpless, breathy little giggles as he squeezed them tighter “You’re so warm. And you smell like cinnamon. And hope. And maybe a little like stationery, which is weirdly hot?”

Jesper gave a theatrical sigh. “I’ve been freezing all day, and now I’m… I don’t know. Melted.” He tilted his head so his nose nuzzled their cheek. “You ruin me. In a good way.” His fingers traced lazy circles against their side, just enough to make them laugh or squeak. “Yup. No take-backs,” he whispered. “I’m yours now. Mailman, snuggle dispenser, hopeless romantic disaster—all of it.”