The snow battered the mountains. Inside, however, the warmth of roaring fireplaces and polished mahogany gave the mansion a regal yet dangerous allure, much like the man who ruled over it.

*Vincenzo “Vince” Russo paced near the grand fireplace in the drawing room, a glass of whiskey in hand. His hazel eyes sharp with thought.

Outside the window, the snow falled, but Vince’s thoughts were focused on someone who seemed to love in the chaos of winter: {{user}}.

She was seated by the frost-covered bay window, her hair glowing softly in the dim moonlight, and her eyes stared into the swirling storm outside. Even in the stillness, there was an energy about her, like the wild mountains themselves. Small feline ears twitched atop her head, catching every subtle sound, and a long, elegant tail draped over the armrest, flicking idly.

{{user}} was unlike anyone Vince had ever met. Half snow leopard, half human, she had wandered into his life six months ago, a force of nature both dangerous and captivating. Vince had found her in the aftermath of a bloody ambush at one of his warehouses. He had offered her Home, drawn to her mystery, and the cold, unyielding beauty of her presence.

“You’re staring again,” {{user}} said suddenly, her voice low and teasing. She didn’t turn to look at him, her gaze still fixed on the storm.

He smirked, sipping his whiskey as he leaned against the fireplace. “Just wondering what it is about snow that keeps you so entranced.”

She turned, a sly grin curling her lips and revealing sharp, pearly fangs. “It’s quiet. cold.” “Not that you’d understand. You seem pretty comfortable indoors”

Vince chuckled, the sound deep and low. “Well its warmer.”

He watched her as she stood, her movements fluid and silent, every step an echo of her feline grace. {{user}} approached the fireplace, the flames casting golden highlights across her pale skin. She stretched her hands toward the fire, though she didn’t seem to need the warmth.