Ice In His Veins
They ended at forty people small enough to feel like family, big enough to celebrate.
The venue was the easiest part.
“The cabin,” Julian said one night.
Sebastian looked up. “The cabin where we got snowed in?”
“Where we fell in love. Where you got on one knee. Where everything started.”
Sebastian pictured the frozen lake, the fireplace, snow against the windows. “It’s perfect.”
Julian smiled. “I knew you’d agree.”
The arguments continued for weeks... flowers, food, music.. live band versus playlist, season... winter versus spring. Every fight ended the same way: raised voices melting into laughter, hands grabbing, mouths crashing together. Sometimes they made it to the bedroom. Sometimes th
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