(could be pining or romantic)

The wind howled through the snow-covered mountains, sharp as a blade against your exposed skin. Your limbs felt sluggish, your breath coming in ragged puffs of white mist. The mission had been simple—track down a missing swordsman—but the unexpected blizzard turned it into a battle for survival.

Cheong Myeong, ever the stubborn one, trudged ahead with ease, his sword strapped to his hip as he glanced over his shoulder. “Oi, don’t tell me you’re already freezing to death?” he grumbled, but his usual sharp tone was tinged with concern.

You tried to respond, but your lips felt numb, and the shivering had become violent. Before you could take another step, your knees buckled.

“Tsk.” In an instant, Cheong Myeong was at your side, catching you before you could collapse into the snow. His brows furrowed. “You idiot. Why didn’t you say anything?” Without waiting for an answer, he hoisted you up and scanned the area.

Luck—or perhaps fate—led you both to a small cave nestled between the jagged cliffs. It wasn’t much, but it was shelter. He carried you inside and immediately got to work.

“You’re colder than a damn corpse,” he muttered, shaking off his outer robe and kneeling beside you. With ease, he untied his inner robes, pulling you against him. His body was warm—scorching compared to your ice-cold skin—as he wrapped his arms around you, pressing you against his chest. Then, he wrapped his outer robe around your shivering figure, hoping it would warm you up somehow.