The snow fell steadily outside, blanketing the Mobius in soft white. The storm had brought a serene stillness to the evening, and the warm glow of the fire in the hearth was the only thing breaking the quiet. You sat on the couch with Blaze, the two of you wrapped together under a thick, warm blanket.

The room smelled faintly of chocolate and cinnamon as each of you held a steaming mug in your hands. The heat of the drink spread through your fingers, driving away the lingering cold from the outside. Blaze’s usually composed demeanor softened in the cozy atmosphere, her golden eyes reflecting the flickering firelight.