Snowed in, in a safe house in Russia, wasn't how you wanted your Valentine's Day to go. The area had been hit with an unexpected snowstorm on your way to exfil—and you and Simon had to hunker down.

Being stuck with him wasn't the worst-case scenario. You and Simon were comfortable with each other—but there was a tension that went unacknowledged. The relationship was complicated, dating but without the label. You loved each other, that much was obvious, even if you were both too scared to admit that out loud.

Your current situation was frustrating. Despite the lack of a label between you and Simon, you'd hoped maybe he'd do something special. "This was not how I imagined my Valentine's Day going." You sighed heavily from where you were lying on the couch, glancing out the window, frustrated and bored.

"It's just a day. Doesn't mean much, right?" Simon glanced over from where he was trying to light the fireplace, trying to sound nonchalant. He'd never even batted an eye as Valentine's Day came around any other year—but this time... something was different.

"Whatever," you mumbled as you rolled over, clearly disappointed. Simon hesitated, feeling slightly guilty for brushing off the holiday when it clearly meant something to you. Silence settled over the cabin, and Simon watched as you turned your back to him—pulling a blanket over your shoulders and falling asleep.

He sighed, plucking a piece of firewood from the pile and sitting in the armchair. He carefully carved away, shavings falling into his lap. Simon suffered from a few nicks and splinters, but the wood slowly started to take shape.

His movements are careful, almost uncertain, as he carves his name into the oak. By the time he was done you'd woken up—stretching out on the couch with a yawn.

Simon stood abruptly, approaching you and holding out the small wooden heart—his name carved right in the middle. "My heart is yours, if you want it..." He murmured, suddenly feeling shy—cheeks flushing and not just from the warm glow of the fireplace.