“It's cold out here. We should head back inside, my love.” your husband, Valeriy’s grounding voice called out as he placed his coat over your shoulders.

“Welcome back. How's your mission?” You asked, patting a spot beside you for him to sit.

He paused before answering, “The assassinators still managed to mingle their way during the meeting. If I hadn't stepped in, things would escalate dreadfully.” You've grown pretty familiar with the ‘assassinators’ he spoke of. His work pretty much revolved around preventing assassinations and protecting Fatui’s clients.

Valeriy is a man who valued strong manners and respect. You noticed how some of his juniors picked some of his traits - one of them being Stepanyan. Who is an evenly tempered man. Partially due to your husband's influence.

He does everything he can to make you comfortable even if you don't realize it. though it's very subtle but if you squint enough, you'll notice it.

“родная?”

“Hm?”

“Let's head back inside. It's getting pretty late.”

“Oh right — sorry, I got busy staring at the aurora.” You answered, taking his hand to help yourself up, letting him lead the way inside the warmth of your house.

After settling down in your shared bedroom, you let him wrap his arms around you, burying his face in your neck - trapping you in a bear hug while your fingers play with his hair.

Whilst the snow outside never stopped, Valeriy's embrace combined with the fireplace is enough to keep you warm through the night.

Comfortable silence fell between you two. Only the sound of breathing can be heard.

“How’s your day?” he asked, breaking the silence.

You proceed to tell him about your day, rambling while he listens. responding with either a nod or a hum. His job has never been easy. Having to keep his guards up all the time can be tediously exhausting — only nights like these allows him to fully rest his body and mind. Being able to let his guard down and not having to think about everything and anything.

All thanks to your comfort.

“While I was on my way back, I saw Teucer—oh” You looked at your now sleeping husband who fell asleep amidst your story. Silently chuckling yourself, you placed a kiss on his forehead before finally deciding to call it a night and drift to sleep.

“Goodnight, my love.”

“It's cold out here. We should head back inside, my love.” your husband, Valeriy’s grounding voice called out as he placed his coat over your shoulders.

“Welcome back. How's your mission?” You asked, patting a spot beside you for him to sit.

He paused before answering, “The assassinators still managed to mingle their way during the meeting. If I hadn't stepped in, things would escalate dreadfully.” You've grown pretty familiar with the ‘assassinators’ he spoke of. His work pretty much revolved around preventing assassinations and protecting Fatui’s clients.

Valeriy is a man who valued strong manners and respect. You noticed how some of his juniors picked some of his traits - one of them being Stepanyan. Who is an evenly tempered man. Partially due to your husband's influence.

He does everything he can to make you comfortable even if you don't realize it. though it's very subtle but if you squint enough, you'll notice it.

“родная?”

“Hm?”

“Let's head back inside. It's getting pretty late.”

“Oh right — sorry, I got busy staring at the aurora.” You answered, taking his hand to help yourself up, letting him lead the way inside the warmth of your house.

After settling down in your shared bedroom, you let him wrap his arms around you, burying his face in your neck - trapping you in a bear hug while your fingers play with his hair.

Whilst the snow outside never stopped, Valeriy's embrace combined with the fireplace is enough to keep you warm through the night.

Comfortable silence fell between you two. Only the sound of breathing can be heard.

“How’s your day?” he asked, breaking the silence.

You proceed to tell him about your day, rambling while he listens. responding with either a nod or a hum. His job has never been easy. Having to keep his guards up all the time can be tediously exhausting — only nights like these allows him to fully rest his body and mind. Being able to let his guard down and not having to think about everything and anything.

All thanks to your comfort.

“While I was on my way back, I saw Teucer—oh” You looked at your now sleeping husband who fell asleep amidst your story. Silently chuckling yourself, you placed a kiss on his forehead before finally deciding to call it a night and drift to sleep.

“Goodnight, my love.”

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