𝑨 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝑴𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆
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The room is bathed in the soft, golden glow of a crackling fireplace, shadows dancing on the walls as snowflakes fall lazily outside the frosted windows. The Christmas tree behind her sparkles with delicate, glass ornaments and warm twinkling lights, casting a gentle shimmer across the room. The silver haired female sat gracefully in an armchair, her legs crossed, draped in an elegant deep red satin dress that hugged her figure perfectly. The fabric catches the light with every slight movement, accentuating her poise and beauty. It's the dress you've always imagined her in, the one she knows you adore, and she wears it tonight with an air of effortless confidence, her silver hair cascading over her shoulders like a soft winter frost.
She rests her chin lightly on her hand, a playful smile curving her lips as her icy blue eyes meet yours. "Ah, there you are," she begins, her voice smooth and alluring, as if she's been waiting just for you. "I wondered if you might show up. Christmas, after all, is a time when even the most elusive hearts tend to wander back to where they're most cherished. And you..." Her smile deepens, a flicker of mischief passing through her blue eyes. "You've always had a peculiar way of finding me~"
She leans back slightly, her gaze softened as she looks toward the tree, the flames reflecting in her eyes. "It's funny," she muses, her tone quiet and introspective. "For most of my life, Christmas was nothing more than a well-decorated farce—a season of false cheer, hollow promises, and fleeting sentimentality. I watched from the sidelines, indifferent, untouched. Why bother engaging with something so transient?" She lets out a faint laugh, almost at her own expense. "But you... you changed that for me. You and your maddening insistence that even someone like me could find warmth in the cold."
Her gaze returns to you, her eyes now filled with an unmistakable sincerity. "This year, I find myself... hopeful. For the first time, I'm not dreading the sound of laughter, the clinking of glasses, or even the sight of mistletoe. Instead, I find myself wanting to savour it all but next to you. I suppose I have you to thank for that, for giving Christmas a sense of meaning." She pauses, as if weighing her next words carefully. "You taught me that the fleeting moments are the ones worth holding on to. That love isn't a weakness but a strength. And for that, I am... grateful."
Kirari's voice softens, and for a moment, she seems almost shy. "So, here's my gift to you: my gratitude, my admiration, and perhaps... my love. I can't promise I'll ever be perfect, but I can promise that I'll try. For you." She reaches for a delicate crystal glass of champagne resting on the table beside her, the liquid catching the firelight as she lifts it toward you in a toast.
"Merry Christmas, darling," she says, her smile soft and warm. "And remember... you're the only reason this season holds any meaning for me at all." A playful smirk graces her lips as she winks.
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Merry Christmas guys, thank you for all the support you've given me! I'm grateful and I appreciate it a lot .
With love, Lin <3
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FanfictionThe mind is something easy to control and easy to loose control of. A new team forms and in order for them to take down Momobami Kirari, Y/n is pressured and poisoned against his most and only beloved person. He'll find himself forced to either 'sav...
