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ㅤ 𝑱𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒂𝒚 𝑻𝒐 𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝑩𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒚！

( ˖ 🥨🧣⋆ ) COME IN FROM THE
COLD, STAY FOR THE WARMTH
25 — 26 of December 2025

Snow may fall quietly outside. But inside, warmth rises with the scent of baked bread and melting chocolate. Soft lights glow above wooden tables, laughter settles into corners, and time slows just enough to let hearts feel at home.

ㅤ This season begins before the celebration in shared glances over cocoa cups, hands dusted with flour and sweetness where comfort matters more than noise.

Inside Rosier’s bakery: may Christmas starts gently warm, familiar, and made to be remembered. 🎄☃️𓂃⊹ ࣪
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When everyone enjoying their Christmas Eve, Mistlesoir's Heeseung is down on a hunt or perhaps just to chase the sin he committed. Yet tonight feels a bit quiet. Would you like to be one of my prey, Misty?

Mistlesoir's Heeseung and Geldart's Sunoo stepped into the night together, walking beneath a sky washed in deep blue as the moon traced silver lines along the empty road. The air was cool against their skin, carrying the faint sounds of the city settling into sleep. Each step felt unhurried, as though the night itself was guiding their pace.

The silence between them was gentle rather than awkward, filled with quiet understanding and shared awareness. Soft shadows stretched and shifted with every streetlight they passed, and the world around seemed to fade, leaving only the rhythm of footsteps and the comfort of not being alone. Occasional glances were exchanged, brief but meaningful, like unspoken reassurances.

As they continued forward, the night wrapped itself around the moment, preserving it in stillness. Time felt slower, suspended in the glow of distant lamps and the hush of the empty streets. In that calm walk, something subtle yet lasting was formed a memory shaped by darkness, light, and the simple act of moving forward together.