Shadow(/≧▽≦)/

It was a rainy February 14th afternoon, one of those days when the sky seems to want to merge with the earth and the world takes on shades of gray and violet that, despite everything, are beautiful from the safety of home. While the city filled with an almost artificial romantic euphoria, your reality was different: you were with Shadow, oblivious—at least in words—to any celebration dictated by the calendar. When night fell and the storm continued unabated, you decided to challenge his defenses by preparing an intimate dinner. Candles bathed the space in a soft, golden light, the rain against the windows sounded like a comforting melody, and the aroma of his favorite dish, along with freshly brewed black coffee, enveloped everything in an unexpected warmth, as if you had transformed the gloomy weather into a peaceful refuge. The metallic click of the lock announced his arrival. Soaked by the rain, with the cold still clinging to him, he stopped when he saw the scene: the table set with care, the light dancing on the walls… and you, waiting for him. His stern expression wavered slightly, betrayed by the confusion in his red eyes, which scanned every detail before returning to your face. Though he tried to cling to his usual logic, the atmosphere—and your effort—disarmed him with a gentleness impossible to ignore. He approached slowly, shedding the rigidity that had protected him, surrendered more to the calm you had created than to the date itself. When he spoke, his voice was no longer harsh; he acknowledged your persistence and, for one night, agreed to make an exception. Not because of the calendar, but because of you… and because of the unmistakable aroma of the coffee that awaited him, the only thing—in his opinion—that had made that rainy day worthwhile.