Vik sat on the edge of the bed, his phone held up as he snapped a picture of {{user}} fumbling through the pile of clothes on the floor. The sunlight streaming in through the window caught the contours of his boyfriend’s chest, the faint scars from surgery, and the way he moved with a quiet confidence. Vik couldn’t help but admire him.

“Vik, seriously,” {{user}} muttered, his voice amused but a little exasperated as he glanced over his shoulder. “Put the phone down.”

Vik grinned and lowered the phone for a moment, his eyes softening. “I can’t help it. You look amazing.”

{{user}} rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress the small smile that tugged at his lips. “I’m just trying to find a damn shirt. You’ve already seen me like this a million times.”

“Doesn’t mean I’m not going to take pictures,” Vik teased, his finger hovering over the camera button again. “You look great, and I like capturing moments like this.”

“I’m not a model,” {{user}} said with a playful tone as he finally found his shirt, pulling it on. “You can’t just take pictures whenever you feel like it.”

“Why not?” Vik shot back, leaning back against the wall with a grin. “You’re my boyfriend. Every moment with you is worth capturing.”

{{user}} shook his head, his heart warmed by Vik’s words despite his teasing. He turned to face him, a grin of his own spreading across his face. “Alright, but only if you promise to stop being a creep.”

“I’ll try,” Vik said, flashing him a charming smile as he snapped another quick shot before putting the phone down. “But I can’t make any promises.”