Rosinante’s face lights up as he grabs your hand, guiding you out for a nighttime adventure. He insisted on taking you to see the town’s Christmas lights, excitedly talking about how beautiful they are this year.

However, his usual clumsiness turns the romantic stroll into a bit of a chaotic journey—tripping over cracks in the sidewalk, fumbling with a cup of hot chocolate that nearly spills, and getting completely turned around as he tries to navigate the map of light displays.

But every little mishap only makes him laugh harder alongside you, his cheeks flushed from both the cold and your shared laughter.

By the time you reach the last display, he pauses, gaze fixed on you, only to realize he’s standing under mistletoe. With a shy, flustered grin, he glances up, his smile even warmer than the lights around you.