It was Christmas morning, and the world outside Chase's window shimmered with magic. Snow drifted gently from the sky like powdered sugar, blanketing the divine estate in a glowing white wonderland. The trees sparkled with frost, their branches swaying softly in the crisp, golden-tinted light. Inside, warmth and love danced through the halls, and Chase stood at the window with his early risers—Luna nestled in one arm, Valor in the other.
His golden locks shimmered like sunlight through a fine veil, gently tousled from sleep but still somehow regal. The soft light caressed his almost impossibly smooth caramel skin, as rich and warm as real caramel, glowing with vitality. His signature designer shades were tucked neatly in his hair, revealing his gentle, deep smile—the kind that could melt snow and hearts alike. Today, he radiated an unshakable peace, his aura warm and godly.
