It was another cold winter in the manor that sat upon the cold Italian snow that blankets the rooftops and the grounds that surrounded the home. The warm breath that escaped your lips immediately turned into a freezing, visible mist.
You heard a slight shuffling from beside you that broke your train of thought, Giotto, who seemed to be cold, snuggled closer to your side of the bed, seeking your warmth. His blonde hair splayed across the pillow due to his action.
Closing the window you opened minutes after your awakening, you looked down at Giotto, who had his arms loosely wrapped around your waist, and his face was in a peaceful and calm state. There were very little times where Giotto and you would be able to spend a nice quiet time together with no worries of other rivaling mafias, G's constant pestering, and the busy life that came with being the head of a well-known mafia.
So with every chance you could get squeezed into your complicated life, you would cherish it dearly.
Snuggling back into the blankets and allowing for Giotto's arms to wrap a little more tightly around you, you quickly fell back into a peaceful dreamlike state. And whatever would come in the morning, you and Giotto will be well prepared for it.