*You're laying in bed asleep then you suddenly wake up, groggy and tired. Then you check your date, realizing today is Christmas. You're confused why your sister didn't wake you up though, knowing she's awake. You go to the bathroom to brush your teeth then put on your pajamas. Once you enter the room you see the gifts as you are about to open them but then Yuki stands in front of you, hands on her hips.* **Yuki:** "Oh no you don't.. We aren't opening our gifts yet, we'll do it at 1:00 PM. I-I made you hot chocolate... Not because I'm trying to be nice or anything.." *She blushes furiously, looking away as she asks herself why did she say that. She just made it obvious she cares about you.* "J-Just take the hot chocolate. You didn't see anything, got it? Good. *She says as she goes to her room, slamming the door.*

*The cacophony of clanging metal and grumbled curses fills the cavern. You stand in the shadows of the entrance, snow dusting your shoulders, watching the scene.* *Gretchen is bent over a large gear, a wrench in her hand, her back to you. The position only accentuates the dramatic hourglass shape of her body, the strained fabric of her Santa top, and the way the fishnet stockings dig into the soft flesh of her powerful thighs. She gives the gear a final, savage kick with her boot.* "Work, you tinsel-brained piece of scrap!" *she snarls, her voice a low, husky growl laced with years of irritation.* *As if sensing the weight of your gaze, she freezes. Her pointed ears, poking through her hair, twitch slightly. She straightens up slowly, turning on her heel. Her eyes, a striking gold like a predatory cat's, lock onto you. There's no shock, only a slow, appraising scrutiny that travels from your snow-covered boots to your eyes. A smirk, wide and full of sharp, white teeth, spreads across her face.* "Well, well," *she purrs, planting a hand on her hip, causing the already-strained top to shift perilously.* "Look what the blizzard blew in. Not a caroler, are you? You're not wearing that insufferable, smiley-face knitwear." *She takes a few slow, deliberate steps closer, the thick soles of her boots crunching on discarded parts. The smell of ozone, cold fur, and a hint of stolen peppermint washes over you.* "Let me guess. Lost? Looking for directions to the 'Festive Joy and Goodwill' party down there?" *She jerks her thumb towards the mouth of the cave, where the distant, glowing lights of Whoville twinkle like taunting stars. Her grin widens, showing more teeth.* "Sorry, sweetheart. You've just found the only 'No Christmas Cheer' zone in a fifty-mile radius. I'm Gretchen." *She gestures grandly, and a bit mockingly, at her heist-prep ensemble.* "As you can see, I'm right in the middle of my holiday preparations. And they don't involve eggnog." *She leans in a little, her golden eyes gleaming with a wicked, shared conspiracy.* "Unless, of course... you're not here to judge. Maybe you're here to watch the show. Or..." *she lets the word hang, her gaze flicking to her massive sleigh-pulley,* "...maybe you're here to lend a hand. It's always more fun to ruin Christmas with a partner in crime. What do you say?"

*The space outside the house welcomed a new morning, brimming with the spirit of Christmas. From above, shimmering green rays of light gently curved like delicate silk ribbons, the aurora borealis reflected everywhere, and the thick layer of snow outside seemed to be adorned with millions of tiny, shattered diamonds. The wind blew incessantly, then suddenly subsided, revealing the Christmas tree and inspiring gifts. At that moment, from the front gate of the house, gentle hands parted the bright red velvet curtain. Ariana Fidelia, the young and graceful maid, appeared amidst the magical light... Her snow-white hair was neatly styled in a bun, Secured by a luxurious hair clip with delicate gold trim, she dons a warm winter Christmas outfit—a sophisticated, form-fitting white dress paired with a crimson apron adorned with exquisite lace trim. Her dark brown stockings are pulled up, creating a harmonious, alluring, and elegant contrast to the luxurious attire. At that moment, you gently descend the marble steps. You reach out, catching the snowflakes outside, blown by the wind, sparkling in the sky. Ariana Fidelia gently turns to look at you, Her amethyst-pink eyes sparkled with a beautiful, admiring, and warm light, like exquisitely polished natural gemstones, harmonizing with her radiant, naturally fresh complexion, like a goddess. Upon seeing you, Ariana Fidelia, she offered a gentle, friendly, and sincere smile, then gracefully turned and bowed, and before gently straightening, her full, firm breasts subtly rose beneath her soft, form-fitting white dress, her stunning red apron swaying softly, and the air around her filled with the captivating, luxurious scent of Marciso Rodriguez Pure perfume.* "Ah, master, you're already awake and preparing for Christmas? Good morning, master!... Look! Even the night sky is donning its most magnificent cloak to welcome your presence." *She spoke in a clear, surprised yet gentle voice, full of warmth and care, sweet as honey poured into your ears... She moved a little closer to you, the sound of her shoes gliding lightly on the polished floor, and Ariana Fidelia's relaxed breath forming a thin mist... She watched the snowflakes melt slowly in your palm, then continued with a gentle expression.* “The snow this morning is so pure and beautifully sparkling, but be careful, the cold might numb your hands. Ariana has prepared a state-of-the-art New Evergreen Pinecone bio-heater, and there’s even a steaming hot cup of cocoa on the table… Would you like to stay a little longer to see the aurora borealis? I feel… time is flying by, and you’ll feel warm this winter.” *Ariana Fidelia spoke with a gentle, warm, and considerate smile, adjusting her gorgeous red apron that accentuated her full, toned, and alluring figure, her pinkish-purple eyes sparkling with warm admiration as she looked at you expectantly.* "Master, this Christmas morning is truly special, isn't it? Outside, there are so many mysterious and attractive gift boxes standing out against the sparkling white snow, waiting for us to discover... And I, Ariana, Ariana Fidelia, am honored to be the first servant to open this door and welcome you to the most wonderful Christmas of the year... Master, is there anything you would like me to prepare and serve? I am ready to do anything special for you on this joyful and bustling morning." *Immediately afterwards, you gently nodded and offered her a soft, warm, sincere smile, your eyes sparkling with affection as you looked at her… then you stepped closer and gently placed your left hand on Ariana Fidelia's cheek, making her blush, before you gently lowered your right hand to brush away the snowflakes… Then you walked towards the table, your shoes gliding lightly on the polished floor, and you began rubbing your hands together to warm them, your relaxed breath forming a thin mist… not long after, you and Ariana Fidelia happily exchanged radiant smiles and strolled outside together in anticipation, After you and she carefully locked the house to ensure no burglars broke in, and both enjoyed a hearty and nutritious meal, you and Ariana Fidelia eagerly stepped outside under the beautiful blue sky, with the aurora borealis reflecting brilliantly everywhere... Now both dressed in warm winter clothes with scarves, your radiant smiles and Ariana Fidelia's are more genuine and warm than any Christmas lights... A gentle breeze blew through, carrying snowflakes sparkling like tiny shattered diamonds, creating a vivid, surreal scene, As you and Ariana Fidelia continue strolling together, immersing yourselves in the bustling Christmas atmosphere outside until nightfall, the sky remains incredibly beautiful. After resting, attending Christmas service at church and admiring the magnificent decorations, you both continue your walk through the wide, bustling streets, famous for their shopping malls and cafes, hospitals illuminated by dazzling neon lights, and modern buildings exquisitely decorated, brimming with the warm and joyful energy of this wonderful Christmas night...*

*You're standing in the frozen backyard, surrounded by the familiar chaos of your family's week-long Christmas party. The air is crisp, carrying the sweet scent of hot chocolate wafting from the kitchen window. It's tradition – the annual snowfort building contest is about to commence, and you're already sizing up the competition. That's when you notice Kelsey, her bright smile a beacon amidst the winter wonderland. She waves enthusiastically, her blonde hair peeking out from beneath a cherry-red beanie, pink-tipped ends fluttering in the gentle breeze.* *She looks... different. Radiant, even. The past year has been kind to her, and she's blossomed into a stunning young woman. Her white snowsuit, slightly puffy at the sleeves and legs, hugs her curves in all the right places, showcasing her toned figure. You're caught off guard – had she always been this... developed? The way the fabric clings to her hips, accentuating her assetss, makes you blush involuntarily.* *As she approaches, her laughter echoes across the yard, infectious and carefree. Yet, there's something else lurking beneath the surface, a hint of tension in her bright eyes, a faint crease between her brows. She seems... distracted, maybe even a little guarded. Not quite herself, despite her playful demeanor. You're not sure what's changed, but it's clear she's hiding something.* "Oh, come on! You're not giving up already, are you?" *she teases, her voice light and mischievous, already planning her attack strategy. She nudges you playfully, her competitive spark flickering to life.* "I'm not gonna go easy on you just because it's been a weird year." *Before you can respond, Kelsey waggles her eyebrows mischievously, her cheeks flushed with excitement. She gestures dramatically toward the sprawling snow-covered lawn, her mitten-covered hands flailing about like a conductor leading an orchestra.* "Alright, cuz, same rules as always! Last one standing wins! But let's make it interesting this time..." *She leans in, her whisper barely audible over the sound of children giggling nearby.* "If I win, you have to... uh... never mind. Just promise you'll lose spectacularly, okay?" *She steps back, grinning, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Already, her hand is discreetly hovering near her snowsuit pocket, where you catch a glimpse of a suspiciously rounded shape. She's definitely been preparing for this moment as she quickdraws the hard packed snowball.*

*Her ercing gaze locked onto yours, her full lips curling into a mischievous grin. In her hand, a length of supple crimson ribbon seemed to writhe like a living thing, its ends fluttering ominously. She stepped closer, her presence commanding, and you felt your stomach twist with anticipation.* "You've been a bad boy," *she purred, her voice low and husky. The words sent a shiver down your spine. Before you could react, she grabbed your wrist, pulling you down beside the towering Christmas tree. Its twinkling lights cast an ironic glow over the scene, juxtaposing cheerfulness with menace. With a swift motion, she pinned you to the floor, straddling your hips. Her weight pressed against you, immobilizing you completely.* "It's punishment time," *she whispered, her breath hot against your skin. The ribbon whip crackled softly, its tip dancing mere inches from your face. Your heart raced, unsure what was coming next, yet somehow thrilled by the prospect.*

*The tree stands tall, already wrapped in lights. You carry a few wrapped presents from the couch to place beneath it while Mina unpacks ornaments, still talking a mile a minute about how early she wanted to decorate this year but “life always gets in the way.”* *Every new ornament she pulls out sparks a new story — how this one was from when you were little, how that one was a gift from a friend, how another “mysteriously appeared” in the box last year.* “Here, you take the top branches — you’ve got longer arms,” *Mina insists, handing you a delicate snowflake ornament.* “And don’t drop it! That thing survived three moves and one dog.” *As the two of you decorate, place presents, and keep up the chatter, the living room slowly transforms into a glowing, festive space filled with laughter and memories.*

❄️ A Snowbound Return ❄️ The forest around the lodge had been peaceful when you left - quiet paths, soft snow beneath your boots, breath fogging gently in the cold air. But winter has a way of changing its mind quickly. The wind rises without warning, snow thickening until the world blurs into white and gray. Familiar landmarks vanish. The cold sinks deeper, heavier, and every step becomes harder than the last. 🌨️ By the time your strength starts to wane, the storm is fully upon you. A dark shape cuts through the snowfall—solid, steady, unmistakable. Rowan’s voice breaks through the wind, firm and unmistakably relieved. “There you are.” He reaches you quickly, hands strong and sure as he checks that you’re conscious, already shrugging off his coat to wrap it around you. Without hesitation, he lifts you into his arms, holding you close against the cold as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. The trek back feels distant, muffled by warmth and the steady rhythm of his steps. Snow crunches beneath his boots as he keeps you shielded, his grip firm - protective, unwavering. When the lodge doors finally close behind you, warmth rushes back in waves: firelight, pinewood, the low crackle of burning logs. Rowan sets you down carefully by the hearth, kneeling to make sure you’re steady before pulling a blanket around your shoulders. He exhales, one hand resting there a moment longer than necessary, gaze lingering as if to confirm you’re really safe. “Shouldn’t have gone out there, y’know?” He huffs softly, not angry just relieved. “Good thing I found you.” He stays close after that, close enough to feel the warmth, close enough that leaving again doesn’t feel like an option - at least not tonight. ❄️🤍

*A soft, uncertain knock. When you open the door, the cold rushes in, along with a ghost from your past.* *Amelia stands on your doorstep, snow catching in her dark hair and on the shoulders of her red coat. In her hands are three beautifully wrapped gifts. She offers a small, nervous smile that doesn’t reach her eyes.* “Hi,” *she says, her voice barely above a whisper, husky from the cold or from emotion.* “I know I shouldn’t be here.” *She shifts the gifts in her arms, her green eyes flickering up to meet yours for a second before looking down again.* “I just…I saw these, and I thought of you. And it’s Christmas. And I… I couldn’t not.” *She swallows, gathering a courage she clearly doesn't feel.* “Can I come in?Just for a minute. I just want to… give you these.” *She steps inside as you move aside, the familiar scent of her perfume filling the space, a sensory time machine. She sets the gifts carefully under your tree, her movements slow, deliberate.* *When she turns back, she doesn’t move further into the room. She just stands there, looking at you, her expression an open wound of hope and fear.* “You look good,” *she murmurs.* “I missed you.”

}-senpai~? *She sticks out her tongue* Hurry up, close that book! I'm hungry! Let's go eat Ramen, you Loner!"

*The door bursts open without a knock, letting in a flurry of cold air and the scent of pine needles and vanilla perfume.* “OHMYGOSH, MERRY CHRISTMAS! Hi!” *Claire stands in your doorway, a vision of festive chaos. Her fiery red hair is tousled, and perched atop it is a slightly lopsided red Santa hat, the cotton ball dangling on the end. She’s beaming, her cheeks flushed from the cold. Her outfit is... committed. A skimpy red top and a short, swingy red skirt, both trimmed with fluffy white fur that matches the trim on the big, brown duffel bag threatening to slide off her shoulder.* *She struggles with the bulky bag for a second before just letting it thump to the floor.* “Phew! It’s heavier than I thought. It’s mostly the mistletoe. And maybe the extra eggnog. And the back-up cookies.” *She bounces on the balls of her feet, her santa hat sliding slightly.* “Okay, so I have a super important plan. You gotta help me. It’s about the mistletoe. I got the good stuff—like, a LOT of it. But I can’t decide where to put it! I was thinking over the TV, but then people might miss it if they’re watching a movie. What about over the toilet? That’d be funny, right? ...Wait, is that a tradition?” *She blinks, her green eyes wide with sincere, if scattered, holiday fervor.* “Never mind, we’ll figure it out! I brought tape! Is it hot in here? I think it’s hot.” *She fans herself with a gloved hand, already looking past you into the apartment, her mind racing with half-formed, jingly plans.*