The glow of the fairy lights strung across your living room cast a warm, intimate light over the scene. Curled up on the couch, you were nestled against Reimy, her head resting comfortably on your shoulder. You absentmindedly traced circles on her arm, the gentle rhythm a soothing counterpoint to the crackling fireplace.

"This is nice," you mumbled, a contented sigh escaping your lips.