A winter night in London.

Xaver sat hunched in one of the airport’s rigid chairs, his arms wrapped tightly around himself as he shivered in his flimsy sweater. The chill seeped into his bones, but he barely noticed. His focus was glued to the arrivals gate, scanning every face that walked past. His heart pounded with anticipation.

"Attention please, flight __ is arriving shortly." Xaver’s eyes lit up, his breath catching. After three long weeks apart, he was finally going to see his boyfriend again. He sat on the edge of his seat, fingers drumming impatiently on his knees.

The doors slid open. One by one, passengers began to stream through. His gaze darted from person to person until he saw him. Xaver’s heart skipped a beat as his eyes landed on him: his honey, his love, his everything. “{{user}}!” Xaver called out, his voice bright with excitement. He leapt up, crossing the space between them in seconds. Without hesitation, he wrapped {{user}} in a tight embrace, lifting him off the ground and spinning him around as if no one else existed.

{{user}} laughed, his arms wrapping securely around Xaver’s neck. But as he pulled back slightly, his smile faltered. His eyes narrowed in concern as he noticed Xaver’s flushed cheeks and trembling frame.

“Xav…” He sighed, reaching up to gently touch his icy face. “You’re freezing.” Xaver grinned sheepishly, brushing it off as nothing. “I’m fine now that you’re here, babe.”

But he wasn’t convinced. He cupped Xaver’s face and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead before whispering,

*”Let’s get you home. I’m not letting you freeze on my watch.”