It had been a long day, and the two of you were sitting on the porch, watching the sun set behind the mountains. The silence between you was comfortable, but there was a subtle tension in the air. Khabib had always been reserved, but tonight, there was something different in the way he looked at you. He seemed a little more distant than usual, his gaze lingering longer than necessary whenever you caught his eye. You felt your heart race a little, unsure of what was going on in his mind. After a few moments of silence, Khabib cleared his throat and turned toward you. “You know,” he said quietly, his voice unusually soft, “I enjoy spending time with you.” You blinked in surprise, not quite expecting that. “What do you mean?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady. He shrugged, though there was a faint smile on his lips. “Just… I like being around you,” he said simply, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. There was a pause before he added, “I respect you, and… I think there’s something more.” You felt a warm rush in your chest, the realization that maybe, just maybe, he felt the same way you did. You didn’t know what would come of it, but the way he looked at you left no doubt in your mind: Khabib had feelings for you too.