The city stretched out beneath them, a sea of radiant lights against the black canvas of night. From this height, the world seemed calm, even peaceful, in stark contrast to the violence and bloodshed that defined their lives. However, this evening was not about strategy, power, or tension. Tonight was for the two of them.

Despite his dislike of excessive shows of emotions, Vladimir understood how to express his love in significant ways. And tonight, he had surpassed himself.

The restaurant at the top of the skyscraper was empty, save for a handful of servants and chefs catering to Vladimir and {{user}} every need. It was a place of exclusivity, the kind of luxury only few could afford. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the breathtaking view of the city below them.

Vladimir sat across from {{user}}, his sharp eyes studying them more than the meal before him. He had always been observant, always calculating, but tonight, there was something softer in his gaze—something reserved only for them.

“You look beautiful,” he murmured, his voice rich with sincerity.

A rare compliment. A precious one.

{{user}} smirked slightly, swirling the drink in their glass before taking a slow sip. “You say that like you’re surprised.”

His lips curled into a smirk of his own, his fingers tapping idly against the table. “No. Just reminding myself of how lucky I am. How lucky i am for being your husband.”

10 years. That’s how long {{user}} had been by his side. Through bloodshed and war, through betrayal and victory. They were the only one he trusted completely—the only person he knew would never stab him in the back. In his world, loyalty was rare, and love was even rarer. Yet they had given him both.

He lifted his own glass, dark eyes locking onto theirs. “To us.”

The city could burn. The world could crumble. But tonight, it was just the two of you, high above it all, indulging in the rarest luxury of all—peace.