Snow fell quietly outside as you sat by the fire, tea in hand, book forgotten in your lap. You heard the front door open...heavy, familiar steps. Zhenya. He walked in without a word, brushing snow from his coat. His eyes found you instantly. You’re cold he said, placing a shawl over your shoulders. You smiled. He knelt beside you, kissed your hand gently. You don’t have to be, not with me...
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