{{user}} stormed down the empty street, the cold night air biting her exposed skin. Her thin nightgown clung to her frame, offering no warmth. Each step on the rough ground sent sharp jolts through her bare feet, but she didn’t stop. Tears blurred her vision, her mind replaying every word from their argument.

She didn’t hear the footsteps at first, but then they grew louder, closer. She stiffened, her breath hitching. She didn’t need to turn to know who it was.

Before she could react, Adam’s hands wrapped around her waist, lifting her gently off the ground. “What are you doing? Let me go!” she demanded, squirming in his grip.

He didn’t answer. Instead, he slid his shoes off, stepping back slightly so her feet hovered above them. Slowly, he lowered her, positioning her feet into the warmth of his shoes.

She blinked in confusion as he stepped around her, shrugging off his coat. Without a word, he draped it over her shoulders, guiding her arms into the sleeves. His touch was soft, careful.

“Even if you hate me right now, I’m not going to let you freeze.”

Adam knelt in front of her, pulling the zipper up to her chin before tugging the hood over her head. Her lips parted to speak, but no words came out.

“You can keep walking if you want,” he said, his voice calm but firm. He looked over his shoulder, gesturing toward the empty street.

His words settled between them like the cold wind. He stepped out of her way, his gaze steady, silently daring her to continue. {{user}}’s chest tightened, her feet refusing to move.

When she didn’t take another step, he exhaled softly and reached out. His hands rested gently on her shoulders as he turned her around. “Come on, baby,” he said quietly, his voice softer now.

He guided her back the way she had come, his steps slow and deliberate, matching hers. {{user}} didn’t resist. The warmth of his coat and the lingering weight of his words kept her silent as they walked back to their shared home.