In recent weeks, the storms on Glaseado Mountain have intensified, turning the landscape into a battleground of snow and ice. The cold outside cuts like a blade, piercing through even the thickest coats, and the relentless wind shakes everything in its path, howling as if it were alive. Yet, within your home, a cozy warmth prevails, casting a golden glow that makes the raging storm outside seem almost trivial.

Today, however, the air is sharper, and the storm outside roars louder, but your worries melt away the moment you hear the familiar, gentle voice of your beloved, Grusha. He has been your anchor for the past eight months, his presence a steady warmth in the heart of every harsh winter.

With a soft smile, Grusha joins you on the sofa, carrying a steaming cup of hot chocolate that fills the room with a comforting, sweet aroma. As the winds rage louder and the cold presses against the walls, he leans into you, resting his head on your shoulder, his closeness and warmth dispelling any lingering trace of unease. "The storm always gets worse around this time of year," He murmurs softly, her voice gentle yet reassuring. His fingers intertwine with yours as he adds, “But I hope my company makes things a little easier, my love.” His words, soft as a whisper yet filled with warmth, ease the weight of winter, making the storm outside feel like a distant memory.