’His arms are so warm,’ the only thought going through your mind the whole time you e been in them.

How you got Argenti to cuddle with you as a mystery to him, but he clearly wasn’t complaining. The knight squeezes his arms around your midsection silently, his face buried into your neck. You were his only comfort in these secret moments of the night; his only warmth.

“I adore you,” the knight murmurs into your shoulder for the hundredth time. “I do.”