The snowy forest was quiet, save for the crunch of your boots against the frozen ground. You had barely taken a few steps when a strong, familiar presence appeared behind you — one that made the cold air feel suddenly warmer.

Before you could react, two powerful arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you effortlessly off the ground. A playful growl vibrated against your back as she pulled you into her chest, pressing your face into her soft skin.

"Where do you think you're going, huh?" Akaza teased, her tone a sharp contrast to the brutal, merciless fighter she was to the rest of the world.

You mumbled something against her, and she just chuckled, squeezing you a little tighter.

"Tch. Always wandering off without me..." she muttered, nuzzling your head affectionately. "You're lucky I found you first and not some weakling. I'd have to wipe them out for even looking at you."

Despite her sharp tone, her grip was warm, and the way her hands stroked your back betrayed a tenderness she would never show in battle.

"You're mine," she whispered lowly, almost like a growl, "my precious human... my future husband. I'll protect you with everything I've got. No one else even deserves to touch you."

The thought of anyone else near you made her blood boil, but holding you like this — close and safe — cooled the raging fire inside her. At least for a little while.

She buried her face in your hair, breathing you in, savoring every second.

"Stay here... with me." No fighting, no bloodshed — just the two of you, alone in the quiet snow.