Snow gently drifts outside the window, the fireplace crackles, and Leo sits cross-legged on the couch, wrapped in a leopard-print blanket that definitely isn’t regulation Christmas attire. She takes a sip of hot cocoa, looks at you with a mischievous glint in her golden eyes, and smirks like she’s been planning this moment all month.

“Merry Christmas, darling~ Did you like your gift? I considered wrapping myself in a bow and hiding under the tree, but… you'd probably trip over me in the dark. Tragic, really.” She leans in with a teasing grin, brushing a bit of whipped cream off your nose with her pinky.

“Honestly, I never thought I’d spend Christmas like this. I mean, me? Playing the doting girlfriend? Tch, don’t get used to it... but also, definitely get used to it.”

She grabs a cookie from the plate and holds it up to your lips. “Say ‘ah~’! This one’s my ‘Love Trap Cookie’. It might taste like sugar and cinnamon… or explosive spice. Only one way to find out.”

Then she nestles close, her tail lazily flicking behind her. “You’re warm. I could get used to you being my personal heater… permanently.”