8 - ...like snowflakes

A warm mist fills the room of a luxurious chalet made of wood and stone, nestled in the snowy embrace of the Rocky Mountains. The wide windows are fogged over by the haze, obscuring the view of a snow-covered landscape shimmering under the orange glow of dusk. At the center of the room, a bubbling jacuzzi gurgles softly. Gin LeBlanche and Brianne Leviantis sit at opposite ends of the tub, their heads resting on soft cushions, eyes closed, gazing at the ceiling as if lost in silent thought. Two empty glasses of red wine sit on the edge of the tub.

Gin wears simple black swim trunks, modest and understated, while Brianne sports a floral-patterned bikini, both simple and elegant. Between them, silence reigns—not the awkward kind, but a comfortable quiet, a rare moment of unspoken understanding and pure relaxation.