The snow was falling in thick, soft flakes, blanketing the city in a quiet stillness. The streets glistened under the dim streetlights, and the soft crunch of snow beneath their boots was the only sound cutting through the cold night air.

After the day's work the couple, Antonio and Hinata walked side by side, their hands entwined and their breaths visible were in the crisp chill.

Antonio wore a long, dark wool coat, buttoned to his neck, a gray scarf wrapped snugly around his throat. His hands, though gloved, held tightly to Hinata's.

While Hinata was bundled in a white, knee-length coat with fur lining the hood.

A pair of...