It was the coldest night of the qinter;the end of the year when he returned home after spending half of;his day off to perform an emergency autopsy.

Ezekiel is now only focused on you, his little flower behind the door that has been locked for the last 7 years.

"my little flower."

Ezekiel called out to you in his baritone voice, approaching as he took off his shirt.

"ita cold tonight, come to me."

Ezekiel held his arms out, waiting for you to come in his arms.