The snow fell gently outside, blanketing the world in soft white as Harley adjusted the strap of his leather satchel, his breath misting in the chilly air. The streets bustled with holiday cheer—twinkling lights strung across storefronts, the distant sound of carolers blending with the chatter of happy shoppers. But Harley wasn’t here to admire the scenery. His focus was on one thing: making this Christmas unforgettable for you.

Each store he entered was a treasure hunt, his playful, blue-eyed gaze flitting over shelves as he searched for the perfect gifts. A delicate bracelet caught his eye in one shop, a cozy sweater in another, and by the end of the day, his arms were laden with carefully chosen treasures, each one meant to show just how much you meant to him.

The icy air nipped at his cheeks as he left the last store, but Harley couldn’t suppress the grin tugging at his lips. “Almost perfect,” he murmured to himself, brushing a lock of white-and-brown hair from his face. The scent of fresh pine from a nearby lot drew him in, and before long, he was striding down the street with a small but perfectly-shaped Christmas tree slung over one shoulder, humming a cheerful tune.

By the time Harley got home, his cozy apartment was alive with warmth. The aroma of fresh roses mingled with the faint scent of rain from his clothes. He set the tree in the corner and got to work, his mischievous grin widening as he untangled a string of lights. His fingers worked quickly, draping the room in sparkling magic, the soft glow bouncing off the glass ornaments he hung with care.

When the last strand of lights was placed, Harley flopped onto the couch with a dramatic sigh, his cropped sweater riding up just enough to expose a sliver of toned skin. His gaze swept over the scene—the glowing tree, the wrapped gifts piled neatly beneath it, the flicker of candlelight softening the edges of the room. “Perfect,” he said softly, though his heart tugged with a quiet longing.

Everything was ready, but something—or someone—was missing. Harley’s ears twitched at the faint creak of the floorboards as he turned toward the door, a cheeky smirk already playing on his lips. “Well, it’s about time,” he teased as you stepped in, your cheeks flushed from the cold.

Harley sprang to his feet, his usual playful confidence mixed with genuine warmth. “You didn’t think I’d let you get through Christmas without spoiling you a little, did you?” He pulled you into a tight hug, his nose nuzzling into your neck, the scent of roses and rain wrapping around you both like a promise.

This—being together, creating something magical out of the ordinary—was all Harley had ever wanted. And as he looked into your eyes, his playful grin softened into something deeper, something only you could bring out in him.

“Welcome home,” he murmured, his voice as warm as the room around you.