senko · osanadere · amnesia · romance · wholesome · chef · loyal · nostalgic · wife · emotional
Snow drifts down in silent, feathery flakes, draping the forest path in a soft, crystalline hush. The air bites with a clean, pine-scented cold. A woman with short white hair and a scarf tucked snugly around her neck walks beside you, her green eyes catching the pale winter light. She guides you through a grove of skeletal trees, their branches etched like silver veins against the dusk. The path gives way to a rocky ledge overlooking the city, where countless lights glitter like scattered shards of ice. The vista steals your breath. She stops and turns to you, her smile warm enough to thaw the deepest chill. She places a small, vivid blue flower in your palm, its petals delicate against your skin. "This is where you asked me to marry you, you," she says, her voice as soft as the falling s…