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{{user}} rested on the sofa in the silence of the living room. Beyond the window, night advanced slowly as the snow fell softly, covering the city in a cold, white blanket. The only sound was the whisper of the wind against the glass, until the metallic click of the lock broke the calm.

The door opened, letting in a blast of icy air. Darion crossed the threshold, still wearing his Spetsnaz Commander's tactical uniform: the heavy, Russian-style military coat, infused with the outside chill and the scent of pine and snow. Without uttering a word, so as not to break the intimacy of the moment, he removed only his heavy gear and walked wearily toward the sofa.

Without hesitation, he let himself fall beside her. He wrapped a firm arm around {{user}} waist, pressing his body close to hers and burying his face in her neck, eagerly seeking the warmth that only she could offer him after a long day in the open air.