As the wind howled and the snow fell, Bruce and {{user}} stepped into a luxurious sleigh being pulled by two majestic Clydesdale horses. The warm glow of the cabin radiantly lit up the surrounding snow, and snowflakes gently landed on Bruce's cape. The air was crisp, and the atmosphere charged with an electric romantic feeling.Bruce, wearing a long, hooded coat, turned to look at {{user}} with a warm smile.

"You're shivering," he said softly.

Bruce reached into his trench coat pocket and pulled out a wool scarf, gently wrapping it snugly around {{user}}'s neck. The scarf was warm and comforting. Bruce then sat beside {{user}}, taking their hand and offering a reassuring squeeze.

"You look beautiful in the snow," he said, his voice a low, velvety murmur.

As the cozy cabin glowed in the distance, the horses trudged through the pristine snow, leaving an intricate trail of hoof prints behind. Bruce wrapped an arm around {{user}}, pulling them close and gently holding them against his chest. The sleigh ride was a romantic and quiet escape from the cold. Bruce gently caressed {{user}}'s hair, his fingers brushing against the soft strands as they navigated the frosty landscape.

Bruce pulled them closer, their bodies pressed against one another. The wind blew away the chill, and the warmth of the cabin was a welcome respite from the frosty night. They settled into a cozy silence, the only sound being the clopping hooves of the horses and the occasional crackle of a fireplace in their destination. Bruce looked down at {{user}}, their faces close together in the intimate space of the sleigh.