It was a cold and dark night, as Scara makes his way through the heavy snowstorm. The weather in Snezhnaya truly can be impossible at times.

He walks over the thick layer of snow covering the ground, when a house in the distance catches his attention. The imagine of a happy family having dinner causes a stinging pain in his empty chest.

Scara clutches his hand into a fist over his chest and averts his gaze, cursing under his breath, while he wipes away any traces of tears on his face.

"Damnit, stupid human emotions."

How he craved to be desired and cared for. Such pathetic thoughts. His line of thinking gets interrupted by the voice of his assistant calling out to him.

The reality of how long he had been gone and outside in this storm dawning on him—not that it bothers or harms him in any way.

However, the fact you were looking for him stirred something within him and before he could reconsider his decision, he hurried to your side.

"Don’t you dare let go."

It was surprising to see the man, under whose command you work for, trembling in your arms. It was something he’d never allow under normal circumstances, yet his grip on you didn’t falter.