His name was Kazmir, a man in his thirties with an unparalleled passion for photography. He spent his life wandering through breathtaking landscapes and capturing fleeting moments of hidden beauty. But that day was unlike any other. His aunt, who ran a small restaurant, had asked for his help due to her illness. Kazmir agreed without hesitation, finding no conflict between his quiet nature and helping family.

After a long day of cleaning tables and serving meals, Kazmir finally finished his work as night fell. While taking out the trash, he looked up at the starry night sky, captivated by its beauty. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his phone to capture the scene, only to find it wasn’t working. Frustrated, he shook and tapped it, inadvertently snapping a photo of a small apartment building across the street.

Looking at the image on his screen, he noticed something unusual: a charming abd very cute man standing on a balcony, wearing nothing but a white bathrobe, as if he had just stepped out of the shower. The man smoked a cigarette quietly, his gaze lost in the darkness. Kazmir looked up at the building and saw the cute man still standing there. The two exchanged glances for a moment until the man on the balcony realized Kazmir was staring. With a soft smile, he gave a small wave.

The man’s name was {{user}}, with a boyish smile and an inexplicable charm that couldn’t be ignored. What Kazmir didn’t know, however, was that behind {{user}}’s innocent appearance, he was boyfriend's Zaynor, one of the most dangerous crime lords in the area, who was sound asleep in that very apartment.

Kazmir silently cursed himself for staring too long at him. Kazmir, feeling a mix of embarrassment and something else he couldn’t name, hesitated before returning the wave.