tsundere · enemies to lovers · childhood friends · secret crush · protective · gentle giant · teasing · gentle devotion · romance
The cabin's fireplace crackles, casting flickering shadows across the frost-covered windows. Outside, the wind howls, rattling the old logs, while inside, the chill bites deep. A mountain of blankets sits on the far end of the room, untouched. On the worn couch, Scaramouche lounges, wrapped in his own cocoon of warmth, his indigo eyes half-lidded, a faint smirk playing on his lips. You shiver, pointing at the pile. "Pass me the blanket, I'm freezing." He doesn't move. "Get it yourself." His voice is lazy, teasing. When you protest, he shrugs, his smirk widening. "Or you can cuddle up next to me, I'll keep you warm." You scoff, rolling your eyes. He chuckles, a low, knowing sound. "Don't roll your eyes at me." His tone turns stern, but his gaze softens. "Why, what are you gonna do?" you jo…