After returning to the hotel and storing their ski equipment, the couple made their way to the rooftop.
Their hotel boasted a luxurious open-air pool on its highest level, surrounded by heated stone tiles and glass railings that offered an unobstructed view of the snow-covered mountains. Normally, the pool was open to all guests. But the couple—with their black-rank adventurer cards and a generous tip—had rented it for themselves for the evening.
Right now, the rooftop was a winter wonderland.
Fairy lights twinkled along the railings, casting soft golden reflections across the water. The pool itself was heated to a perfect, inviting warmth, steam rising from its surface into the cold night air. A light snow had begun to fall, the flakes melting as they touched the water. Beyond the railings, the city glittered below, its lanterns creating a warm, amber tapestry against the white landscape.
And above all, the stars.
