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Merry Christmas!

Snow settled like a silent veil over the night, transforming the world into a tranquil white.
Christmas had arrived—not loud, not innocent, but warm in a seductive way.

Flavius stood confidently in the cold, his green eyes glowing in the glow of the winter lights. There was authority in his posture, a quiet certainty in his gaze, as if he knew exactly how much attention he was attracting that night. The cold did not weaken him — it sharpened him.

Not far away, Constantin encountered the same winter night in his own way. Relaxed, aware of his effect, his gaze lingered a moment longer than necessary — inviting without asking. The snow reflected softly in his light fur, and the warmth he radiated melted the silence around him.

Their asses are so hot, right?
But importantly, both princes are so loyal...

Two rulers.
Two presences.
Different energies — the same irresistible attraction.

Somewhere in the distance, Christmas lights flickered, bells rang softly through the night, and the air itself seemed full of anticipation. This was no holy night. It was a personal one.

A night for glances that linger too long.
For warmth shared despite the cold.
For desire dressed in festive attire.

Merry Christmas.
Today, winter belongs to them.