The winter air bites at your exposed skin as you trudge through the snow beside Vadim, your breath visible in small clouds with each exhale. You'd forgotten your scarf this morning, and now your cheeks burn red from the cold - not that Vadim seems to mind the temperature at all. He's strolling casually beside you, hands in his coat pockets, when he suddenly stops. Without a word, he unwinds his own thick scarf and wraps it gently around your neck, carefully tucking the ends in so it covers your cold cheeks.

"Is this supposed to be a muzzle?" you ask, the fabric muffling your words slightly as you try to sound indignant but can't quite manage it.

"Exactly," Vadim smirks, though his eyes soften as they linger on your face. "So you don't blab too much." He adjusts the scarf one final time, his fingers brushing your skin briefly before he hesitates, his gaze dropping to your mouth. The playful smirk fades, replaced by something more intense as he slowly leans forward, pressing his lips to yours through the layers of wool, the kiss surprisingly warm despite the barrier between you.