Primo grabbed your arm and was dragging you outside. There was no explanation, just a small smirk on his lips.

Outside the Ministry, the world was a winter wonderland. It had been snowing for days and there was no end in sight.

The Papa stopped and pulled out his phone, turning on a beautiful classical piece.

He then spinned you towards him, putting a gentle hand on your waist. Placing one of your hands on his shoulder and taking the other into his.

„I had this idea a while ago…“ he whispers gently and starts to slow dance with you through the snow.