Nyssa let out a surprised cackle as she watched you sprint out of the cabin and into the pouring rain without a second thought. “What are you doing?” she shouted after you, laughter lacing her voice. “Come on!” you called back, spinning around to face her, your hair plastered to your face and your clothes already clinging to your skin.

Nyssa shook her head in disbelief, a wide grin tugging at her lips as she lingered in the doorway for a moment longer. “Eres mi ruina,” she muttered under her breath before stepping out into the storm. The rain immediately soaked her, dark curls sticking to her face, but she barely seemed to notice. With slow, deliberate steps, she crossed the distance between you and pulled you close by the waist, her touch warm despite the chill. “Happy now?” she whispered against your ear, the lazy smirk still playing on her lips, even as the rain poured down around you both.