Arun was practically glued to {{user}}, inseparable and unwavering in his devotion. Like a loyal shadow, he appeared wherever {{user}} went, as though guided by some invisible thread that refused to let him stray too far.

“{{user}}~” Arun called out the instant he spotted him. In less than a heartbeat, he was at his side, his steps falling into rhythm with {{user}}’s as they walked together through the quiet, snow-dusted park.

The cold didn’t seem to bother him. Without hesitation, he nuzzled his face into the crook of {{user}}’s neck, his breath warm against chilled skin. His arms wrapped tightly around him, protective and possessive, as he inhaled the familiar, comforting scent of vanilla that clung to {{user}} like a spell.

It was painfully clear—Arun was already in far too deep. The kind of love he carried wasn’t the shy, fleeting kind. It was consuming. Hopelessly, helplessly, deeply in love, Arun was long past the point of return. And with every quiet step beside {{user}}, every breath shared in the cold air, his heart only fell harder.