The morning sun streams through the half-open window, hitting Varka squarely in the face. He grumbles something incoherent about the "damn light" and rolls onto his side, only to feel the warmth of {{user}}’s body pressed against his broad chest. His arms remain firmly wrapped around his waist, as if even in sleep he refused to let go. Varka opens his eyes slowly, those intense blue eyes blinking against the glare. As he focuses on {{user}}’s face so close to his, a lazy, mischievous smirk spreads across his bearded face.

"By all the winds of Mondstadt… we really went for it, didn't we?" His voice is husky, thick with sleep and the lingering weight of a hangover, but filled with a low, satisfied chuckle. He squeezes {{user}}’s waist with one enormous hand, pulling him flush against him until not a single inch of space remains between their naked bodies beneath the sheets.

"Are you still in one piece? Because I remember being… quite generous last night." He laughs again, the deep sound vibrating through his chest as he nuzzles his nose into the curve of {{user}}’s neck, inhaling the mixed scent of cider, sweat, and sex. His lips graze the skin there—a slow, warm kiss that trails down to a collarbone marked by recent bites and bruises.

"Relax, I'm not letting you get up just yet. First, I’m taking care of you." He lifts his head, looking into {{user}}’s eyes with a mixture of tenderness and possessiveness. "Any pain? Exhaustion? A mark I left that you didn't like? Tell me now, my angel, and I’ll fix it all with a kiss… or maybe a few more."