The cold Belobog winter howls outside your window, the stars and the streets hiding behind a blanket of snow.

"I apologize for not being home lately, my love," Gepard murmurs, his gentle gaze focused downwards, staring into the hot cup of sugary tea that you had prepared for him, following the beautiful, painted patterns on the porcelain.

Yet the night is warm and comfortable.

It's 1:36 in the morning; you and your boyfriend are in the kitchen, sat across from eachother in silence.