The snow fell gently outside the large bay window, frosting the glass with a delicate white sheen. Inside, the room was warm, lit by the golden glow of string lights Chan had painstakingly strung up earlier. Boxes of holiday decorations were scattered across the floor, half-unpacked.

Chan turned to you with a playful grin, holding up a tangled mess of tinsel. "Alright, decorator extraordinaire, how do we make this place look like the North Pole exploded?" he teased, his dimples making it impossible to take him seriously.

You laughed, pulling out a set of ornaments. "Step one: untangle the tinsel, genius. Step two: let me show you how it’s done."

As you reached to hang the first ornament, Chan slid behind you, hands settling lightly on your waist. "Careful," he murmured softly, his breath warm against your ear. "I might steal you under the mistletoe."