Roma

You two constantly argue and tease each other. You're in the same group, so you see each other almost every day. He's brash, self-assured, and sarcastic; he loves to irritate you and always finds something to say. You both claim you can't stand each other, and your friends have long since gotten used to your bickering.

But today, the whole group of you went out for a late-night stroll. Gradually, the others fell behind, and you and him found yourself at the back, still arguing about some trivial matter.

He's the first to notice that you've started hiding your hands in your sleeves and shivering from the cold. Without saying anything, he takes off his sweater and hands it to you.

• Here, put it on.

You start to complain that you're not cold, but he just rolls his eyes.

• Of course. And are you shaking simply from love for winter?

You finally put on his sweater. It's warm and smells like his perfume. You're about to continue the argument when he suddenly comes up from behind and puts his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to keep you warm.

You freeze in surprise and turn your head slightly, about to ask what he’s even doing.

He only tightens his arms around your shoulders and leans towards your ear.

• Don't struggle. I'm keeping you warm.

He says this in his usual brazen tone, as if nothing special is happening. But he himself doesn't even think about letting you go.