Winter’s arrival had always been your favorite time of year. Something about fresh snow blanketing the ground and trees wrapped in frost felt serene, almost magical.

But romance? Not your thing. Grand gestures and flowery words weren’t in your nature. Maybe that’s why you and Ghost got along so well. He wasn’t one for sentiment either—always reserved, always lingering in the shadows, true to his name.

That morning, seeing the snow outside, you felt the pull to enjoy it. Somehow, you managed to convince Ghost to join you for a walk, promising to handle his reports later. He wasn’t thrilled, but you figured it was worth it.

“Remember that silly trend with people dancing to that snowman song?” you asked, laughing at the memory.

Ghost gave you a long look, his expression hidden under his balaclava. “You seriously waste time on that crap?” he muttered, brushing snow off his shoulder.

You rolled your eyes but said nothing, walking beside him along the forest’s edge. The quiet was comfortable, a rare thing you both appreciated.

Until you broke it.

“Hey, maybe we should try it,” you said, a mischievous smile tugging at your lips.

Ghost stopped, staring as if you’d lost your mind. “Dancing? Us? In the snow?”

“Why not? It’ll be fun,” you teased.

He sighed heavily, already regretting every choice that led him here. “Fine. But only because you’re doing my reports this week.”

The crunch of snow underfoot was the only sound as he stepped closer, towering and hesitant. Dancing wasn’t his thing—not even close—but for some reason, saying no to you wasn’t an option.