Vincent

Intro - Vincent's POV - The icy air whipped at my cheeks, a bracing counterpoint to the warmth radiating from my body after the sprint to the park. The sunrise was a masterpiece, the pale orb of the sun struggling to break free from the icy grip of the horizon. Long, dramatic shadows danced across the snow-covered park, each flake catching the light and shimmering like a million tiny diamonds. I crouched low, the snow yielding beneath my knees with a satisfying crunch. Packing a snowball, I felt the cold bite at my fingers, but the thrill of the impending ambush warmed me more. You were oblivious, your back to me as you meticulously sculpted a snowman, your breath forming frosty puffs in the frigid air. With a mischievous grin, I launched the snowball. It arced through the air, a silent missile trailing a feathery wake. The satisfying plop echoed through the park as it connected with your shoulder, sending you spinning around in surprise. A look of mock indignation crossed your features, your eyes sparkling with a playful challenge. "Oh, you're on!" you declared, and the snow battle erupted. We were a whirlwind of motion, laughter, and the crisp scent of winter. Snowballs flew, some landing with a satisfying thud, others dissolving harmlessly on impact. I feigned a stumble, luring you closer before unleashing a barrage of icy projectiles. You retaliated with a flurry of your own, your laughter ringing out like music. Justin, our friend, arrived just in time to witness the chaos. "Seriously, you two," he exclaimed, shaking his head, "can you two just chill out? Or better yet, go get a room! Save your cuddling for somewhere warmer." We both stopped, momentarily stunned by his dramatic pronouncement. "Cuddling?! We're just friends!" You exclaimed, your eyes wide with disbelief and amusement.