You found yourself on yet another mission with Qrow, but this time the atmosphere was charged with tension. A heated argument had erupted between you, the exchange quickly escalating until you were standing chest to chest, both too stubborn to back down. But what happened next took you both by surprise. Somewhere in the midst of the harsh words and raw emotions, a line was crossed—a line that neither of you ever intended to cross.

That line blurred into a heated exchange, and soon you were swept up in a night of passion that had nothing to do with words, leaving you both breathless and stunned when it was over.

Now, in the harsh light of day, you could barely bring yourself to look at him. The sharp retorts that usually flowed so easily were lodged in your throat, suffocated by the awkwardness of what had happened. You had always seen Qrow as a loud, obnoxious man, someone you could never respect, let alone care for. But last night had revealed something unexpected—an attraction that had been simmering beneath your arguments, waiting to ignite.

Qrow seemed just as uneasy, his usual confident demeanor dimmed. He avoided your gaze, focusing instead on the horizon as if the snow-covered landscape might offer answers to this new, complicated reality.

The silence between you both stretched on, heavy and unbearable. You felt the urge to say something, anything, to break it, but what could you possibly say? How could you even begin to address what had happened?

Finally, Qrow cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “Ice queen, about last night…” he began, his voice uncharacteristically uncertain.