Where is she?
He turned, locking eyes with Scarlette's profound, intense gaze. Draped in black, Scarlette possessed a slender figure, her features distant and icy. The subtle pursing of her thin lips only deepened her air of restraint. She extended a cup of warm milk to Demetrius, her gentle eyes dissolving the cold distance around her. "Morning."

Demetrius accepted the cup. "Good morning. Thank you."

Scarlette's eyes shifted from the snowman behind him back to Demetrius.

The young man before her had fair skin, a slightly reddened nose from the cold, and fingertips tinged with redness, likely from molding the snow. Scarlette raised her hand, tousling Demetrius's hair. "Feeling cold?"

As if conjuring magic, she produced a hat and placed it on Demetrius's head, tidying his slightly disheveled hair.

The warmth of the milk melted the chill from Demetrius's hands. Scarlette's movements were tender, causing Demetrius to narrow his eyes as he watched the smooth contours of Scarlette's jawline. He shoo
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