The snow had fallen thick and heavy as Rob Lucci and you trekked through the snow-covered terrain, his sharp eyes always scanning for potential threats, even in the quiet of winter. You’d been walking at a steady pace, when, out of nowhere, Lucci’s foot caught on an icy patch. The next thing you knew, he was falling forward, landing awkwardly over you, his expression shifting from surprise to immediate concern. His usual stoic demeanor was replaced by a momentary vulnerability as he realised the close proximity.

“Sorry,” he muttered gruffly, his usual coolness hard to maintain now that his body was pressed against yours. The harsh winter air seemed to magnify the awkwardness between you two as he slowly moved to get up, all the while avoiding eye contact.