The slow falling of snow in the dead of night painted a perfect picturesque scene - blankets of white covering the ground and the light giving the air a certain haze only found in Christmastime. You and your partner, Ayato, had been walking down the most perfect path, the dull yellow lights of the street lamps guiding your way.

"This is stunning, my love." His low, warm voice reached your ears in the serene silence of the night. "But nowhere near as stunning as you." Ayato chuckled lowly, stopping in the silence and turning you towards him, tilting your face up to press a soft, gentle kiss to your lips.