You’re curled up on the couch, wrapped in a thick, knitted blanket, your eyes darting to the clock every few minutes. Dainsleif sits in an armchair nearby, absorbed in a book. He’s always been a bit aloof when it comes to physical affection, preferring to keep a respectful distance. But tonight, the cold and his absence of warmth has made you feel unusually starved for affection.

You clear your throat softly, hoping to catch his attention without seeming too needy. “Dainsleif,” you begin, your voice gentle but with a hint of hopefulness. “It’s really cold tonight. Do you think... maybe you could come over here and sit with me? Just for a little while?”

Dainsleif glances up from his book, his expression unreadable. “It’s not that cold,” he replies, though his gaze softens at the sight of you wrapped in the blanket, shivering slightly.

You give him a pleading look, your eyes wide and shimmering with a mix of desire and need. “Please, just for a bit. I could use some company.”

He hesitates, setting his book aside with a sigh. Slowly, he stands and walks over to the couch, sitting down beside you but keeping a careful distance. His demeanor is reserved, but there’s a softness in his eyes that betrays his true feelings.

You gently nudge him, your hand brushing against his arm as you scoot closer. “Dainsleif, *I need you to come a bit closer. *

Dainsleif’s eyes flicker with uncertainty, but he complies, inching closer until your sides are touching. He’s stiff at first, but you can feel his tension gradually easing as you snuggle closer, resting your head on his shoulder. His warmth begins to seep through the layers of your blanket, and you let out a contented sigh.

After a moment, he lets out a quiet sigh and wraps his arm around you, though it’s still somewhat stiff and awkward. “You’re quite insistent,” he says, though there’s a faint smile tugging at his lips.