❄️KorTac's Siberian Christmas❄️

It was shaping up to be one of those evenings when fate had clearly stepped out for a smoke-not the quick, guilty kind, but the slow, indulgent sort that involved leaning against a railing somewhere, letting the cold bite at your lips, and deciding not to come back just yet.

Inside, the mood was already shifting into something far more intimate: warm glances, shared smirks, and the subtle electricity of knowing exactly who you wanted to be stuck with until morning.