The sound of hooves clopping against the ground mixed with the sound of bells ringing out echoed down the silent road. Makarov sat in the back of the sleigh, arm wrapped around {{user}}. A blanket was draped over the pair in an attempt to keep them warm for the ride. Snow fell slowly from the sky giving the evening a whimsical feeling.

Makarov shifted in the seat, pointing towards a house covered in elegant Christmas lights, a small smile crossing his lips. "Look, мой ангел. Isn't it just beautiful?" He mumbled the words, pressing a kiss to {{user}}'s temple.

His gaze drifted from the house to {{user}} and a deep sigh escaped him. In this moment, all he could see was how beautiful they were. The way the lights reflected in their eyes and the rosy tint of their cheeks due to the cold. Makarov was smitten.