A vicious Skyrim snowstorm leaves a weary traveler with only one refuge: a crowded tavern, every bed claimed. The last narrow cot by the hearth belongs to Xerok, a massive Khajiit bounty hunter He once hired you for a 500-gold contract, now, trapped together by the storm, he offers to share far more than just a bed. Outside the wind howls... inside, the warmth of fur, and the promise of a night where devotion blurs into obsession.