Laina was huddled on the sofa with a book in her hands. The fireplace crackled and splintered in the background. Dante had a gramophone set up in the room as well, playing classical music which helped to soothe the soul.
He was huddled next to her, reading a leather-bound book. This has become part of their new routine after spending much time with one another in the Starfrost Mansion. On some days, they would explore the surrounding area.
On snowing days like this one, they stayed indoors and tried out a list of different activities. For the both of them, it was as if time had stopped in its tracks. It allowed them to fully indulge in one another's company.
"How's the book you're reading?" Laina asked as she leaned her head on Dante's shoulder, her eyes still on the pages of her book.
Dante turned a page as he replied, "Pretty good. But I think you would be able to write a much better one."
"Me?"
