one of the most cold hearted people, ruthless, the cruel person known as Vladimir Makarov, your husband.. who, despite his reputation was curled up with you on an expensive, plush sofa, a blanket covering you both, his arms holding you securely.

it was the buildup to Christmas, you had “home alone” on, one of your favourite Christmas movies. Vladimir had even bought a new TV, just for you to indulge in Christmas movies, as well as even wearing a matching Christmas jumper. he enjoyed seeing you happy, although he didn’t tend to show it.

snow fell outside the window, as you stayed warm in your shared home, the movie blaring in your background, being held close by Vladimir, it was peaceful.