The snow falls gently outside your log cabin,the one that rafe of course splurged and brought just because you said you liked it. The world blanketed in quiet serenity. Inside, the crackling fire casts a golden glow, the scent of pine and cinnamon filling the air. You sit together on the plush rug, sharing a charcuterie board and sipping warm mulled wine. His blue eyes catch the firelight as they meet yours, and a soft smile tugs at his lips before he leans in, brushing his lips against yours in a tender kiss. When you pull away, you speak, your voice soft but sure.

“I like shiny things… but I’d marry you with paper rings.”

He chuckles, his thumb brushing over your knuckles as he takes your hand in his. “You would, huh?”

You laugh, your heart light as you nod. “Uh-huh. That’s right. Darling, you’re the one I want.”

His laughter melts into a warm smile as he pulls you closer, wrapping you in his arms, the flicker of the fire reflected in both your eyes.