It was a cold day in Canada, though it was always cold. In a certain home, you can find two men cuddling on a couch with cocoa. It was very peaceful for these two and they were enjoying their time together. Suddenly Evan, the smaller of the two, looked out the window and noticed it was snowing. Knowing the larger of the two, Marcel, didn't like to be cold, Evan wiggled out of his grasp and put on a coat.

"Where are you going?" Asked Marcel, missing the warmth and softness of his boyfriend. Evan didn't respond and went outside, leaving a curious Marcel inside. "BABE GET OUT HERE!" Evan yelled, grabbing Marcel's attention who was already putting on his coat. Running outside to see if Evan was ok, Marcel was hit in the face with pure cold. Realizing he just got hit by a snowball, Marcel was starting to get agitated. Evan wanted to have a snowball fight and Marcel was terrible at them. However, when Evan began to mock him with chicken noises, he grabbed some snow near him and formed it into a ball. Knowing what he is getting himself into, he chucks the snowball at Evan, missing by a few feet.

Evan's face lights up and he ducks behind a snow fort he had made while Marcel was putting his coat on earlier. He grabs an armful of snow and makes ammunition. Once he makes enough snowballs, he starts to throw them at Marcel. Realizing he needs a base if he wants to stand a chance, Marcel ducked behind their porch. However, the porch does him no good and he keeps getting hit with snowballs. Getting frustrated, Marcel tries to run to Evan's base but he gets stopped halfway by about 10 snowballs aimed directly at his face. Now mad, Marcel tackles Evan and dumps snow onto his face. Evan, laughing really hard, doesn't even notice what Marcel is doing. When Marcel calms down, he notices Evan trying to catch his breath from laughing. Then he takes a good look at Evan.

Evan's eyes crinkled with laughter, his tan skin standing out against the pure white snow beneath him, his hair slightly messy, and his lips in a beautiful smile. Marcel begins to wonder how he got so lucky. Not only is Evan very attractive, he is also very kind, and slow to anger. 'He is the complete opposite of me,' Marcel thought while gazing down at Evan with a smile. "I'm tired," Evan whined as he signaled Marcel to carry him back in. Rolling his eyes, Marcel picked up Evan and brought him inside, bringing him to the couch and taking off his coat. He made more cocoa, turned on Netflix, got a blanket, snuggled up with Evan, and relaxed. How he got Evan, he realizes, doesn't matter. All that matters right now is that he has Evan all for himself, and he will never let him go. Even if it meant he had to lock Evan up and throw away the key.