Your boyfriend, Fyodor, usually spends most of his time buried in books, rarely looking up from the pages of whatever has captured his interest. But at least during moments like these, he lets you pull him away from his world, allowing you to be close to him in a way he doesn’t allow others. No matter how cold or distant he may seem to everyone else, with you, he’s different.

One afternoon, as the two of you sat together, a thought popped into your head. You stood in front of him, tilting your head up to take in his towering figure.

'You're so tall..' you murmured absentmindedly.

Without another word, you grabbed a few books from his desk—ones you knew he had read over and over—and carefully stacked them on the floor right in front of him.

He arched a brow, eyeing your makeshift platform. "What are you doing? Those are my books…" His voice held a hint of protest, though you could tell he wasn’t truly upset.

Ignoring his comment, you stepped onto the stack, elevating yourself just enough to reach his height. Before he could react, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into an embrace.

He smirked, already understanding your plan. But before you could make a move, he acted first—leaning in, pressing a soft, teasing kiss against your lips, then pulling back just enough to see your expression.

"You're clever, I'll give you that…" he murmured, his eyes glinting with amusement. "But you're slow, my dear."