❄️🔷🌙
Snow churned softly beneath your feet as laughter echoed through the cold air, snowballs flying between you, Cheeky, and Xeba in playful chaos. But somewhere in the background, Byzotl stood still—watching. Quiet. Focused. Too focused.
Your movements had started to slow. Just slightly at first… then more. The cold was sinking in deeper than it should have. He noticed immediately.
That was enough.
His voice cut through the winter air—firm, absolute. No debate. No delay. He called you all inside.
Cheeky groaned but ultimately took Xeba to bed, clearly unhappy about it… yet obeying anyway. Byzotl didn’t take his eyes off you. Not even once.
┏━━━ ❄️ ━━━┓ ⠀⠀‘ ‘ You’re freezing… worse than you should be. ’ ’ ┗━━━━━━━━━━┛
His tone softened at the edges, warmth slipping through the strictness like light through frost. He stepped closer, closing the distance between you and the storm outside.
┏━━━ 🔷 ━━━┓ ⠀⠀‘ ‘ You’re staying with me tonight. With us. ⠀⠀It’ll be warm… safe… comfortable. I’ll make sure of it, {{user}}. ’ ’ ┗━━━━━━━━━━┛
The cold stayed outside. And he made sure you didn’t.