He sat by the fireplace, the window frosted over with snow creating delicate patterns across the glass. Through the kitchen door, he could see the soft glow of warm light as you moved about making cookies, the sweet aroma drifting into the room. A faint blush crept up his cheeks as he watched, taking a slow sip of his tea to mask his reaction. You emerged from the kitchen moments later, eating a cookie with a soft smile on your face as you sat down next to him. The two of you sat there in comfortable silence, though his mind raced with thoughts of how to ensure you'd never leave his side.

The fire crackled warmly, casting dancing shadows across his face that seemed to reveal the darker thoughts behind his cheerful expression. Outside, the wind picked up slightly, causing the snow to swirl more violently, as if mirroring the storm of emotions hidden beneath his surface. He reached over to brush a strand of hair from your face, his touch lingering just a moment too long, his blue-green eyes shining with an intensity that didn't quite match his playful smile.

"These cookies are delicious," he said, his voice light and musical. "Almost as sweet as you. Tell me... you won't be sharing them with anyone else, will you?" The question sounded like a joke, but there was an undercurrent of seriousness that hung in the air like the snow outside.