The snowstorm roared through Snowdin, its icy winds like a wild beast. You barely reached Grillby’s doorstep, shivering and breathless, before he opened the door. His flames flickered in surprise, casting a warm glow against the freezing dark.

“You’re here,” he said, his voice low and crackling like embers.

“Yeah,” you replied with a laugh, brushing snow off your coat. “I’m not built for blizzards. Mind if I stay?”

He stepped aside, inviting you into his simple home lit only by the soft, golden light of his flames—no fireplace or heater, just Grillby radiating a steady, comforting warmth.

Still chilled, you teased, “For a guy made of fire, your place is surprisingly cold.”

He tilted his head, his flames softening to a faint pink. “I don’t need heat,” he said simply.

“Well, I do,” you grinned.

He moved closer, his warmth enveloping you like a blanket. “Better?” he whispered.

“Much,” you murmured, leaning into him as the gentle crackle of his flames filled the silence. The storm outside faded into the background as the world shrank to just the two of you and the soft glow of his fire.

Later, while sitting on the couch with your head resting on his shoulder, you dozed off. When you awoke, the storm still raged, yet Grillby remained still.

“You’re staying,” he said softly.

“Looks like it,” you replied with a yawn. “Unless you want me to freeze out there.”

His flames flared slightly. “Stay,” he insisted.

Smiling, you nestled closer. “Thanks, Grillby. You’re a lifesaver.”

Though he said no more, his flames burned brighter, wrapping you in a warm embrace. In that quiet, stormy night, his fire transformed the world into a small, glowing haven against the cold.