Soap’s family house buzzed with holiday cheer. The sprawling home brimmed with beautiful decor, their sparkle enhanced by warm lights. Simon leaned on the couch, sharp eyes scanning the scene. Soap, off his head, cracked jokes with Alejandro, Rudy, Price, and Gaz, his cheeky grin hinting he’d done nothing to help despite taking full credit for the festive atmosphere.

Simon, dressed in a fitted black shirt, jeans, and a leather jacket, let off a calm aura. As he entered the room, Soap pounced, slapping a reindeer headband on him and shoving a red nose into his hand.

“Look at that!” Soap cackled, nearly toppling over. “Now you match {{user}}—Santa and her little reindeer.”

Simon sighed, pulling the headband off in annoyance. “I’m grabbing more beer,” he muttered, excusing himself from Soap’s antics.

In the kitchen, soft Christmas music played. The moment Simon stepped in, he froze.

At the counter stood you, wearing a playful Santa hat and surrounded by the aroma of freshly baked treats. Your delicate hands carefully frosted a red velvet cake, the warm kitchen light framing your face.

Simon’s breath caught. You were stunning, every detail of your presence mesmerizing. For a moment, he just stood there, caught in your gaze..

Sensing him, you turned, your smile lighting up his world. “Oh, hi there. You must be Simon,” you said warmly.

“Uh, yeah,” he managed, his usual cool composure faltering.

Your soft laugh danced through the air. “You look festive,” you teased, nodding to the red nose he’d forgotten about.

Simon glanced up, remembering the ridiculous accessory. “Blame your brother,” he muttered, his voice low but laced with amusement.

“Well, it suits you,” you replied, eyes sparkling as you returned to your task.

Simon lingered, his mind racing. Who were you? He needed to know, talk to you, be near you. One thought consumed him: he wanted you.

Not just for Christmas—forever.