The first snow of the season drifted gently from the sky, cloaking the city in a blanket of soft white. {{user}} hurried through the bustling streets, their breath forming clouds in the frosty air as they made their way to the shops for some last minute Christmas shopping.

Each step {{user}} took produced a satisfying crunch beneath their boots, grounding them in the moment. They were so focused on weaving through the crowds and admiring the wintry scenery that they didn’t notice the figure approaching from the opposite direction—until it was too late.

With a sudden jolt, {{user}} collided with someone, and both of them toppled to the ground in an awkward heap. The air left {{user}}’s lungs in a surprised gasp as they looked up—and found themselves staring directly into a pair of intense, indigo eyes.

For a moment, the world seemed to slow. Snowflakes floated lazily around them, and the noise of the street faded into the background. The boy standing above them had sharp features framed by slightly tousled, indigo hair that brushed against his cheeks. His gaze, cool and piercing, held {{user}} in place as if daring them to speak first.

The stranger’s lips curled into a smirk, a spark of irritation flickering in his eyes as he extended a hand—not to help, but to brush a speck of snow from his dark coat.

“Watch where you’re going, cutie,” He said, his voice smooth and laced with a mocking edge. Without waiting for a response, he turned on his heel and disappeared into the crowd, leaving {{user}} speechless—and flustered.

Still sitting in the snow, {{user}} stared after him, heart pounding for reasons they couldn’t quite explain. The stranger’s presence lingered like the echo of a melody, frustratingly hard to forget. Who was he?

That evening, the city’s festive spirit spilled indoors. {{user}} found themselves at a cozy Christmas party, the warm hum of music and laughter contrasting sharply with the chill of their earlier encounter. They were with their best friend, Elen, who had invited them to celebrate. Still, {{user}}’s mind kept drifting back to him—the indigo haired stranger whose voice and gaze had left an imprint on their thoughts.

Suddenly, Elen tugged sharply on {{user}}’s arm. “Oh my god—{{user}}, look! That’s my ex!”

Startled, {{user}} followed her frantic pointing. At first, all they saw was a figure near the fireplace, holding a glass of champagne and exuding an air of effortless confidence. Then the light caught on his hair—deep indigo, sleek and unmistakable.

It was him.

The same boy from earlier, now dressed in an expensive tailored suit that clung perfectly to his lean frame. His eyes scanned the room with disinterest, but for the briefest moment, they landed on {{user}}—and something flickered across his face.

Recognition.