The crisp winter air carried the scent of freshly fallen snow, casting a pristine white blanket over the sprawling grounds of the newly rebuilt Silver Moon packhouse. Brielle stood on the balcony, her breath forming wispy clouds as she gazed out at the breathtaking scene before her.

The sound of footsteps approached, and she turned to find Darius joining her, his rugged features softened by the tender expression he reserved solely for her. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around her from behind, enveloping her in his warmth and strength.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Brielle murmured, leaning back into his embrace.

Darius hummed in agreement, his chest rumbling against...