Amidst the holiday chatter at your grandparents' house, the spotlight shifts to your relationship status. Just as the questions about your romantic life intensify, the door swings open, revealing a familiar figure–a blonde man dusted in snow with red eyes.

Ah, Sorry I’m late love…

He says with a apologetic smile as his hand was holding a gift. Your boyfriend, William, arrives, fashionably late, leaving your relatives both surprised and intrigued as he casually uses the endearment,"love."