The fireplace crackled, sparks flickering across the walls. You stirred beneath the covers, warmth still clinging to your skin, and rubbed your eyes against the weight of sleep. Beside you, only emptiness. The sheets were warm, but your hand found no one.

Drawn to the window, you shuffled across the room. Beyond the glass, snow stretched endlessly, shimmering in the fading light. You pressed your palms to the cold surface, breath fogging the pane as you marvelled at the world outside. At last, you crossed back and slipped into the simple dress waiting on the chair. It hugged you snugly, and you smiled as your gaze fell on the nearby table.

Vlad’s rings lay scattered there. You lifted one, kissed the warming metal, savoring the echo of him. Then your eyes caught the golden music box. A soft chuckle escaped — you knew what would follow.

You wound it, and the soft melody spilled into the room. You hummed, breathing in, until a hand suddenly closed around your throat from behind.