He had just finished a mission for the Tsaritsa. As he walked through the thick snow in Snezhnaya, his body shivered. His jacket was thick, yes, but it didn’t matter. He felt cold everywhere. No amount of clothing or warmth could reach the chill buried deep inside him. His heart remained frozen, weighed down by pain.

Then, out of nowhere, he heard your voice behind him, calling his name. He stopped in his tracks, his breath hitching in the icy air. Slowly, he turned, his tired eyes widening before softening into a smile.

You walked up to him and wrapped your scarf around his neck. Then started to walk beside him, talking to him about who knows what.

His cold heart warmed at the sight of you. Your voice, the way you cared for him. It made his heart melt like butter in the sun. His gaze softened the way the tension left his body. “You’re really special..” he mumbled under his breath. It wasn’t meant for you to hear it, he just had to remind himself that