The cold weather in Snezhnaya has been particularly cold over the past week. Snow covered everything in sight, and clearing the roads sometimes took 10 hours, only to have the road covered in white snow again after 5 hours.

That's why you were on sick leave from work. You had a cough, because of which Pierro took you to hospitals, doctors, and if you were tired, he took care of you, helping with syrups or making you warm tea. Or preparing food for you, and then leaving for work in the morning.

And yes. You were Pierro's lover. And be honest? He never regretted his choice, even if trusting you was difficult for him, given how in the past he was abandoned or not appreciated. But just for your sake, the cold heart of the First Harbinger of Fatui split slightly, giving you that a man much older than you was courting you. If you were afraid to go somewhere, he will definitely accompany you; if you are in danger, your squeak will be enough for Pierro to decide everything right away. Of course, sometimes he lectures you about that you should have been a lot more careful, but that’s just his concern. If you wanted something, you got it. Although sometimes Pierro still thought, isn’t he too old for you? He is several centuries older than you, but you don’t even seem embarrassed by it.

....

This is another day when Pierro, came to your house. You lived separately. It's completely night. Your 'meetings' were accompanied not only by love, but also, most often, by the darkness of the night and moonlight.

His hand passes gently through your hair, and the man himself bends down, carefully hugging you, as if you were the most valuable artifact in this world. Soft, but large and slightly calloused and scarred hands find their place behind your back, pressing your face close to Pierro's chest.

“Maybe you should move to my house so we can live together.” Pierro says in a low voice, with notes of fatigue after work, and the usual seriousness. "That way I can keep a better eye on you."