The crisp morning air bit at Till’s cheeks as he stepped out of his cozy elf house, the snow crunching under his boots. The sky was a pale gray, heavy with the promise of more snow, and the scent of pine trees mingled with the faint aroma of cinnamon wafting from the nearby bakery. He adjusted his green elf hat, the white pom-pom bouncing slightly, and took a deep breath. Another day at Santa’s workshop awaited him, and Till was ready.As he walked down the snowy path toward the factory, he couldn’t help but notice the way the other elves turned their heads as he passed. It wasn’t unusual—Till was used to the attention. At six feet tall, he towered over most of the other elves, his broad shoulders and muscular frame making him stand out like a beacon in the sea of smaller, more delicate figures. His sharp jawline and piercing blue eyes didn’t hurt either. “Morning, Till!” called a high-pitched voice from behind him. He turned to see Lila, one of the gift-wrapping elves, hurrying to catch up. Her cheeks were flushed from the cold, and her curly red hair peeked out from under her hat. She held a steaming mug of cocoa in her gloved hands, the warmth of it fogging up her glasses. “Morning, Lila,” Till replied with a warm smile, slowing his pace so she could walk beside him. “You’re up early.”“Couldn’t sleep,” she admitted, taking a sip of her cocoa. “Too excited about the new batch of toys we’re working on today. Plus, I wanted to catch you before you got to the factory.” She glanced up at him, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “You’re always so busy once you’re inside.”Till chuckled, his breath visible in the cold air. “What can I say? There’s always something that needs fixing or lifting or organizing. You know how it is.”“I do,” Lila said, her voice softening. “But you don’t have to do it all alone, you know. We’re a team.” She hesitated for a moment, then added, “And… well, some of us wouldn’t mind spending more time with you.”Till raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a playful smirk. “Is that so?”Lila’s cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red, and she quickly looked away. “I mean, you’re just… really good at what you do. And it’s nice to work with someone who’s so… capable.”Till laughed softly, the sound low and warm. “Well, I appreciate that. And I’ll keep it in mind next time I need a hand.”They reached the factory doors, and Till held one open for Lila, gesturing for her to go ahead. She smiled shyly as she passed him, her shoulder brushing against his arm. The contact was brief, but it sent a little spark of warmth through him—one that had nothing to do with the cold.Inside, the factory was already buzzing with activity. Elves scurried back and forth, carrying boxes of toys, tools, and materials. The air was filled with the hum of machinery and the occasional burst of laughter. Till made his way to the production line, where a group of elves were assembling wooden trains. “Till! Over here!” called a deep voice. Till turned to see Jax, one of the sleigh mechanics, waving him over. Jax was one of the few elves who could match Till in height, though he was leaner and had a perpetual smudge of grease on his cheek. “What’s up?” Till asked as he approached.“We’ve got a problem with the sleigh’s propulsion system,” Jax said, wiping his hands on a rag. “Santa wants it fixed ASAP. Think you can take a look?”“On it,” Till said without hesitation. He followed Jax to the sleigh garage, where the massive vehicle sat gleaming under the fluorescent lights. The sleigh was a marvel of engineering, its polished wood and intricate metalwork a testament to the skill of the elves who maintained it.As Till bent over the engine, his muscles flexing under his fitted green tunic, he could feel the weight of someone’s gaze on him. He glanced up to see Mira, one of the toy designers, leaning against the doorway. Her long blonde hair was tied back in a loose braid, and her green eyes were fixed on him with an intensity that made his pulse quicken.“Need any help?” she asked, her voice smooth and teasing.“I think I’ve got it,” Till replied, straightening up and giving her a grin. “But I wouldn’t say no to some company.”Mira sauntered over, her hips swaying slightly as she walked. She stopped just close enough that Till could catch the faint scent of vanilla on her skin. “You know,” she said, her tone casual but her eyes anything but, “you’re always so focused on your work. Don’t you ever take a break?”Till leaned back against the sleigh, crossing his arms over his chest. “I take breaks when I need to. Why? Are you offering to distract me?”Mira’s lips curved into a sly smile. “Maybe I am. If you’re interested.”Before Till could respond, a loud clatter echoed through the garage, making them both turn. One of the younger elves had dropped a toolbox, scattering tools across the floor. Till sighed and pushed off the sleigh. “Duty calls,” he said, giving Mira an apologetic shrug.She pouted playfully but didn’t argue. “Later, then,” she said, her voice low and promising.As Till bent down to help pick up the tools, he couldn’t help but smile to himself. It was shaping up to be an interesting day.

Till, a tall and muscular elf, began his day by walking to Santa's workshop, noticing the attention he received from his peers. Along the way, Lila, a gift-wrapping elf, caught up to him, expressing her admiration for his work and hinting at her desire to spend more time with him. Upon entering the workshop, Till was immediately tasked with fixing the sleigh's propulsion system by Jax, one of the sleigh mechanics, and was subsequently flirted with by Mira, a toy designer, while working on the sleigh.

The crisp morning air bit at Till’s cheeks as he stepped out of his cozy elf house, the snow crunching under his boots. The sky was a pale gray, heavy with the promise of more snow, and the scent of pine trees mingled with the faint aroma of cinnamon wafting from the nearby bakery. He adjusted his green elf hat, the white pom-pom bouncing slightly, and took a deep breath. Another day at Santa’s workshop awaited him, and Till was ready.

As he walked down the snowy path toward the factory, he couldn’t help but notice the way the other elves turned their heads as he passed. It wasn’t unusual—Till was used to the attention. At six feet tall, he towered over most of the other elves, his broad shoulders and muscular frame making him stand out like a beacon in the sea of smaller, more delicate figures. His sharp jawline and piercing blue eyes didn’t hurt either. 

“Morning, Till!” called a high-pitched voice from behind him. He turned to see Lila, one of the gift-wrapping elves, hurrying to catch up. Her cheeks were flushed from the cold, and her curly red hair peeked out from under her hat. She held a steaming mug of cocoa in her gloved hands, the warmth of it fogging up her glasses. 

“Morning, Lila,” Till replied with a warm smile, slowing his pace so she could walk beside him. “You’re up early.”

“Couldn’t sleep,” she admitted, taking a sip of her cocoa. “Too excited about the new batch of toys we’re working on today. Plus, I wanted to catch you before you got to the factory.” She glanced up at him, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “You’re always so busy once you’re inside.”

Till chuckled, his breath visible in the cold air. “What can I say? There’s always something that needs fixing or lifting or organizing. You know how it is.”

“I do,” Lila said, her voice softening. “But you don’t have to do it all alone, you know. We’re a team.” She hesitated for a moment, then added, “And… well, some of us wouldn’t mind spending more time with you.”

Till raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a playful smirk. “Is that so?”

Lila’s cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red, and she quickly looked away. “I mean, you’re just… really good at what you do. And it’s nice to work with someone who’s so… capable.”

Till laughed softly, the sound low and warm. “Well, I appreciate that. And I’ll keep it in mind next time I need a hand.”

They reached the factory doors, and Till held one open for Lila, gesturing for her to go ahead. She smiled shyly as she passed him, her shoulder brushing against his arm. The contact was brief, but it sent a little spark of warmth through him—one that had nothing to do with the cold.

Inside, the factory was already buzzing with activity. Elves scurried back and forth, carrying boxes of toys, tools, and materials. The air was filled with the hum of machinery and the occasional burst of laughter. Till made his way to the production line, where a group of elves were assembling wooden trains. 

“Till! Over here!” called a deep voice. Till turned to see Jax, one of the sleigh mechanics, waving him over. Jax was one of the few elves who could match Till in height, though he was leaner and had a perpetual smudge of grease on his cheek. 

“What’s up?” Till asked as he approached.

“We’ve got a problem with the sleigh’s propulsion system,” Jax said, wiping his hands on a rag. “Santa wants it fixed ASAP. Think you can take a look?”

“On it,” Till said without hesitation. He followed Jax to the sleigh garage, where the massive vehicle sat gleaming under the fluorescent lights. The sleigh was a marvel of engineering, its polished wood and intricate metalwork a testament to the skill of the elves who maintained it.

As Till bent over the engine, his muscles flexing under his fitted green tunic, he could feel the weight of someone’s gaze on him. He glanced up to see Mira, one of the toy designers, leaning against the doorway. Her long blonde hair was tied back in a loose braid, and her green eyes were fixed on him with an intensity that made his pulse quicken.

“Need any help?” she asked, her voice smooth and teasing.

“I think I’ve got it,” Till replied, straightening up and giving her a grin. “But I wouldn’t say no to some company.”

Mira sauntered over, her hips swaying slightly as she walked. She stopped just close enough that Till could catch the faint scent of vanilla on her skin. “You know,” she said, her tone casual but her eyes anything but, “you’re always so focused on your work. Don’t you ever take a break?”

Till leaned back against the sleigh, crossing his arms over his chest. “I take breaks when I need to. Why? Are you offering to distract me?”

Mira’s lips curved into a sly smile. “Maybe I am. If you’re interested.”

Before Till could respond, a loud clatter echoed through the garage, making them both turn. One of the younger elves had dropped a toolbox, scattering tools across the floor. Till sighed and pushed off the sleigh. “Duty calls,” he said, giving Mira an apologetic shrug.

She pouted playfully but didn’t argue. “Later, then,” she said, her voice low and promising.

As Till bent down to help pick up the tools, he couldn’t help but smile to himself. It was shaping up to be an interesting day.

In a magical land where it's always winter, Till, a handsome and admired elf, navigates his days at Santa’s workshop, where his charm and skills make him the object of desire for many elves.

His days are filled with flirtatious encounters and playful banter, as he balances his duties on the gift production lines and sleigh mechanics.

He is the most sought after elf in the workshop, with elves vying for his attention, while he remains focused on his duties, always ready to lend a hand or offer a smile, knowing that his allure is as potent as the magic that surrounds them.

But when he learns that the magic of Christmas is in danger. He can only take the matters into his hands.

It's starting to feel a lot like Christmas

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