The snow crunched softly beneath Ajax’s boots as he walked beside you, his gloved hands shoved deep into his coat pockets. The Liyue harbor lights twinkled in the distance, casting a golden glow against the white landscape. He turned his head, watching as you stretched a hand out to catch the delicate snowflakes. A quiet chuckle escaped him.

“You always get this excited over snow, huh?” he mused, shaking his head. “You’re like a kid.”

The corners of his lips curled into a smirk, but there was nothing teasing in his tone—only fondness. Before he could stop himself, Ajax reached out, dusting a few stray flakes from your hair. His touch lingered for a moment too long, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he let his fingers graze your cheek, the warmth of his glove shielding you from the cold.

“…It looks good on you,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.