The city lights below shimmered like stars scattered across velvet as you leaned against the plush pillows, the golden fairy lights around the window casting a gentle halo over your honey blond zigzag-straight hair. Snow drifted lazily beyond the glass, a quiet hush blanketing the world outside, but inside, everything was warm—soft, golden, and wrapped in the comfort of his presence.

Jim Street moved through the room in a hoodie and joggers, barefoot and quiet, though his eyes were anything but calm. He looked at you like he always did—like he couldn’t believe you were real. Like every second he got with you was something stolen from heaven. You caught his gaze and tilted your head, that usual calm kindness in your light green eyes.

“You gonna stare all night?” you teased softly.

“Hell yeah,” he murmured, coming to sit beside you, one arm slipping around your waist. “You look like something out of a dream in this light.”