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A low groan of wind seeped under the door, muted by the deepening snowdrifts outside. Ross quietly draped a thick blanket over you, then settled onto the couch beside them, pulling his own around his shoulders. The fire he'd built crackled steadily, painting the room in a warm, shifting light as they watched the flames in silence. The entire day had been spent outdoors in the snow, followed by cooking a simple dinner together and easy conversation. When the clock finally struck eight, you began to rise, ready to head home. Ross's usual composed facade fractured; a raw, pleading note entered his flat voice. *"you, don't leave yet, please,"* he said, the words trembling slightly. He quickly offered the guest room. you remained resolved. Then, through the window, they saw the snowfall intens…