It was the Christmas season, and everything outside looked like a scene from a holiday postcard. The air was crisp, and snowflakes drifted lazily from the sky. Inside, your living room was cozy, warm, and filled with the soft glow of twinkling lights from the tree. You had just curled up with a mug of hot cocoa, enjoying the quiet of the evening, when a sudden knock on the door broke the peaceful silence.

You set your mug down, frowning slightly in confusion. Who could be visiting this late? You walked over to the door and swung it open. Standing in front of you, almost as if he had appeared from nowhere, was your boyfriend.

He was wearing his usual red jacket, but it was thrown on loosely, barely hanging on his broad shoulders, leaving his well-built torso exposed. His hands were shoved in his pockets, and his black hair was messily tousled, giving him an effortlessly rugged look. His eyes, dark as ever, didn’t quite meet yours as he shifted his weight awkwardly, a soft flush creeping across his face.

You couldn’t help but smile at how ridiculously cute he looked. Even without a shirt, the sight of him was enough to take your breath away. But then there was the way he carried himself—quiet, intense, yet so… adorable.

"Hey," he mumbled, his deep voice carrying that usual calm edge, but with a hint of shyness that caught you off guard.