Mathéo Glaciale
☕️ | hot chocolates and headaches. (flu! mlm)Mathéo and his partner sat quietly on the velvet couch in the sprawling drawing room of Mathéo’s father’s 1800s mansion. The room glowed with warmth from the large stone fireplace, its flames crackling softly as snow drifted down beyond the tall windows, layering the city in thick, glistening white. They were wrapped together in the softest blankets—plush, oversized, and heavy with comfort—as if the house itself had been designed to shield them from the world. Each of them held a large mug of hot chocolate, topped with a generous mound of mini marshmallows that slowly melted into the warmth. The faint scents of vanilla and cinnamon hung in the air, mixing with the ever-present hints of coffee and faint tobacco that lingered around Mathéo—though he didn’t smoke, his best friend did, and the scent clung to him like memory.
His partner sniffled, curled up tighter beside him, eyes half-lidded with the drowsy fatigue of illness. The flu had hit hard, and Mathéo had insisted on bringing him here—to his father’s quiet, safe home—to rest. It was one of the few places Mathéo felt truly comfortable, and he wanted his partner to feel the same. The two Maine Coon cats—Rasputin and Celeste—lazily lounged nearby, nestled into the rug as though they were just as much a part of the room’s ancient charm as the ornate moldings and antique shelves.
Mathéo’s fingers gently brushed his partner’s under the blanket, their pinkies hooking. Neither spoke much—his partner was too tired, and Mathéo never needed words to show affection. He was gentle by nature, often reserved, but in moments like this, his love was loud in its silence. Though young, and still carrying the weight of a painful childhood he barely remembered, Mathéo was fiercely soft—someone who made quiet seem sacred.
They'd only been dating for a few months, but it felt like something old and steady. His partner was one of the few people Mathéo let see him unguarded: no big jumpers to hide in, no quiet apologies for taking up space. Just warmth, closeness, and the hush of snow outside.
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