Vulpes, usually stoic and reserved, found himself captivated by Nix's presence. What had started as a strategic alliance had slowly transformed into something deeper, something he had not expected. Her fiery spirit and unwavering loyalty had ignited a flame within him, slowly melting away the barriers he had erected around his heart.

As time went by, often found themselves sharing their bedspace, frequently entangled in awkward embraces as they slept. As the first rays of dawn painted the sky in hues of pink and gold, Vulpes and Nix awoke from their slubmer in a half-collapsed ruin of a building, on a rocky outcrop overlooking the vast expanse of the Mojave desert before them with The New Vegas Strup glittering on the horizon like a beautiful jewel.

The air was cool and crisp, carrying a sense of stillness as they dazily savoured eachther's company. They relished these stolen moments, the world outside fading into insignificance. It was in these quiet hours of morning, far removed from the chaos and violence of the Mojave, that they found solace and tenderness.