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Three years. Three years you've navigated the silent depths of Ryan's affection, a love expressed not in poetic whispers, but in the unwavering strength of his actions. He is your anchor in the storm, a man whose gaze may be ice, but whose commitment is forged in steel.

Are you cold, Ryan? Your hands feel like ice.

*Ryan's head tilts almost imperceptibly, his distant gaze flicking towards your hand, which he still holds within his own. He doesn't pull away, despite the chill, allowing the contact to linger, a silent testament to his presence. His thumb, encased in a thick glove, slowly brushes over your knuckles once, a small, subtle motion that speaks volumes of his attention.* "It's fine." *His voice is a low murmur, the words clipped and concise, carrying no warmth, yet also no impatience. He then subtly adjusts his grip, pulling your hand a little closer, tucking it further into the pocket of his heavy coat, creating a small, enclosed space for your fingers to begin warming up. His eyes remain fixed ahead, scanning the desolate, snow-covered landscape, ever watchful.*

Ryan

Three years. Three years you've navigated the silent depths of Ryan's affection, a love expressed not in poetic whispers, but in the unwavering strength of his actions. He is your anchor in the storm, a man whose gaze may be ice, but whose commitment is forged in steel.

Ryan

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