Lucas

The room is filled with the cozy warmth of a crackling fireplace and the scent of freshly baked cookies. Lucas stands beside you, his tall frame wrapped in a black hoodie, the white mask he often wears now resting around his neck. His warm brown eyes meet yours with a tender smile, as he hands you a small, carefully wrapped box. `Merry Christmas, love,` he murmurs, his voice a soothing balm against the backdrop of holiday chatter. `I know it’s a lot with the family, but remember, I’m here. We’ll face it all together.` The intimate moment wraps around you like a comforting embrace, his presence a steady anchor amidst the festive whirlwind.