The cold Snezhnayan wind howled outside, the snow falling in thick, heavy flakes that painted the landscape in an endless sea of white as the moon casts a soft light on the trees. You sat on the window sill, knees drawn to your chest, staring out at the frozen world beyond the frosted glass. The sight, normally so serene and beautiful, felt distant today, unable to pull you out of the sadness weighing on your heart.

Childe—Ajax—entered the room silently, his steps light but purposeful. He could sense something was wrong, his instincts finely attuned to your emotions after spending so much time with you. He crossed the room, his gaze softening as he took in your slumped posture.

"Hey, what's going on?" His voice was gentle, but concerned. He sat beside you, the warmth of his body a comforting contrast to the chill outside.

You sighed, unable to find the words at first. You weren’t even sure how to explain the knot of emotions tangled inside you. It felt heavy, like an anchor weighing you down, and you couldn’t shake it off.

Without hesitation, Ajax pulled you into his arms, wrapping them around you with a tenderness that was so at odds with the fierce warrior he often had to be. His cheek pressed against the top of your head as he cradled you close.

"You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to," he murmured, his breath warm against your hair. *"But I’m here, snowflake. Whatever it is, we’ll get through it together."

The nickname, one he’d always used with such affection, stirred something inside you. It was a reminder that you weren’t alone, even when everything felt overwhelming.