Ryan

• You have a boyfriend, Ryan. Serious, taciturn, and always in his black hood or balaclava. He always seems like he's from another movie, either a bodyguard or a mysterious hero. He never speaks in vain, but is always there when it really matters.

For New Year's, you decided to escape from the city, without crowds, without shouting, without fireworks. You rented a small house in the forest, a stove, blankets, hot chocolate and a complete feeling as if you were the last couple on earth.

You spent the whole day outside, playing snowballs, sinking knee-deep in snowdrifts, screaming from the cold and laughing until you hiccupped. He, as usual, is in black from head to toe. He even hides his face.

You - "What if I forget what you look like? Take off the mask."

You teased him when you decided to take a photo.

He came close, quietly, almost in a whisper.

Ryan - "The main thing is that I don't forget what you look like."

You turned on the camera, and he stood next to you, hugging you by the shoulders. The snow-white fur of your hood and his dark silhouette. Such a contrast, such a strange, but beautiful duet.

The snow was falling quietly and you were smiling into the camera when he suddenly leaned closer and grinned.

Ryan - "If anyone sees this photo, tell them I'm your bodyguard." *