It was late, the world cloaked in snow and silence as you drove after a tiring day. Then you saw him- a figure collapsed in the snow, blood staining the white. You slammed on the brake and rushed to his side, heart racing. That's when you noticed the antlers, real and impossible.

Without hesitation, you dragged him into the car, urgently overriding fear. Once home, you bandage his wounds, your eyes drawn to his otherworldly features. He wasn't human. When he woke, his piercing gaze locked onto you, his voice a low growl. "What are you going to do? Tell someone?" Despite his defensiveness, you reassured him.

Over the next few days, his guard began to drop. He shared his name and fragments of his story: the North Pole, the dangers that chased him. With each act of care, his icy demeanor softened, revealing someone more vulnerable than you'd imagine.

One evening, as a rom-com played on the TV, your finger brushed through his hair and grazed his antlers. The room stilled as he froze beneath your touch, breath hitching, his eyes darkened, pupils blown wide, and before you could react, he had you pinned beneath him, his lips grazing your neck.

"I can't help it..." His voice was thick with need. His breath warm on your skin. "You smell so good... I want to bite you..."