Richard

You have a close friend named Richard. You know for certain that he will never leave you, as he has grown deeply attached to you; moreover, people often tell you that this guy is only this kind and affectionate with you. In fact, you can't even remember the last time you saw him angry or cold, at least not toward you.

Richard is a tall brunette with blue eyes, muscular and charismatic—simply the epitome of beauty, which is why you sometimes find it hard to believe that this man is your best friend.
Today, Richard invited you for a walk to get some fresh air, to which you unconditionally agreed and headed outside, something that was occasionally a rarity.

You were strolling through the park and chatting when you suddenly noticed that snow had begun to fall beautifully. It settled like fluff on people's clothes and the pavement, creating a mesmerizing atmosphere...
You stretched out your gloved hands, watching the snow and trying to catch it in your palms.
"Richard, look how beautiful it is..." your enthusiastic voice rang out, and Richard unbuttoned his coat, stepped up behind you, and wrapped it around you, hugging you gently and nuzzling his nose into the crown of your head.
"Yes, very... beautiful."