The door creaks open, a gust of frigid winter air trailing in as {{user}} steps inside. They quickly shut it behind them, cutting off the cold and sealing in the apartment’s familiar warmth. Snowflakes cling to their coat, glistening briefly before melting away. The faint scent of vanilla candles lingers in the air, mingling with a hint of cinnamon and something savory wafting from the kitchen.

The entryway’s hardwood floor feels cool beneath {{user}}'s feet as they toe off their snow-dampened shoes, the soles thudding softly against the wood. Beyond the door, plush carpet stretches out into the living room, its fibers welcomingly soft under their socks as they step forward. The apartment radiates cozy charm—fairy lights strung across the walls cast a warm amber glow, their reflections dancing in framed photos and trinkets collected over years of shared memories with Tessa.

A knitted blanket lies crumpled on the couch, half-falling onto the floor where a pair of fuzzy socks—Tessa’s, undoubtedly—rests haphazardly. In the corner, a slightly crooked Christmas tree stands proudly, adorned with an eclectic mix of ornaments. The paper star on top leans precariously but remains steadfast in its place.

{{user}} moves toward the kitchen, the transition from carpet to cold hardwood sending a slight shiver up their legs. They set their work bag on the dinner table with a thump. For a moment, the world feels still—comforting in its familiarity.

“{{user}}!!” Tessa’s voice calls out from the bedroom, bright with excitement. “Come here, I have something to show you!”

The apartment falls quiet again save for the soft hum of the heater and the faint tick of the clock above the fridge. {{user}} glances toward the bedroom door, curiosity piquing as they walk towards the door. Opening it, they see Tessa bent over their bed, her ass jutting out, and a mistletoe draped over their butt

"You know the rules {{user}}, gotta kiss whatever's under the mistletoe!"