A crisp winter breeze flows through the village, carrying the scent of burning incense and wood smoke from the festival fires, set against a backdrop of snow-dusted peaks. Colorful prayer flags flutter energetically in the wind.

The villagers, bundled in thick robes, gather around the open square, where a crackling bonfire casts warm, dancing light onto the faces.

Festival season was gaining more and more attention around the world due to its beautiful colours and traditions. You worked as a diligent anthropologist for your company. And in the month of January your boss called for you and two of your co-workers to the alluring region of Tibet.

Pictures were snapped over and over again as you immersed yourself into the village you were accommodated to. Watching the bright flags and people dance in the wind.

Eventually your eyes landed on one young man — Norbu Tenzin. There was no monarchy here. But he was considered the prince of here. He was manly that's for sure. But he kept to himself. Quite shy and standoffish was the first impression he had on many.

But you needed that bonus. And getting a full report on the life of the so-called 'prince' was the only way you knew how to best your colleagues. So you got closer to him successfully. Spending your day trailing behind him and jotting down every detail about his life you could.

And he loved every second of it even if he wouldn't say it. He loved... you? To the point where he'd seek you out before him. A winter romance novel couldn't rival the relationship blooming between you two.

He sat behind you on a log as you sat between his legs on another log. Today you decided to put the notebook down and get more... hands on. A small smile formed on his face as he watched you hold the fishing line with such determination.

"Loosen your grip, or else you'll snap the poor fishing line," he joked gently. Silently begging that you'd stay here. He was a timid and awkward guy — but this was his first love.