The bedroom door was closed, the atmosphere stuffy, heavy with tension and closeness.

{{user}} were pressed against the mattress, breathing heavily, your fingers gripping the sheets as Varka maintained his usual rhythm—intense, without much delicacy, as always.

"Varka…" your tone came out broken, trying to keep up with your breathing—"wait—"

But he only let out a low laugh near your ear.

"You provoked this… now deal with it."

{{user}} rolled your eyes, even without the strength to argue properly, letting out a groan you couldn't hold back.

The room seemed too small for all of this—the heat, the sounds, the way he held you there.

Until—

"Mom…?" The muffled voice came from the other side of the door.

{{user}} both froze.

Immediately.

"Mom… what's happening?" Your daughter, Lyra, sounded confused… and half asleep.

Your heart raced instantly.

"VARKA!" — you whispered almost voicelessly, pushing him away — STOP!

He froze too, looking towards the door, clearly caught off guard.

— Now?!

— NOW! — you whispered angrily — IT'S LYRA!

Another small knock on the door.

— Mommy…?

{{user}} quickly pulled the sheet up, trying to compose yourself as little as possible, while giving him a death glare.

— Stay. Quiet.

He raised his hands in surrender, still trying to hold back a laugh.

{{user}} took a deep breath, trying to normalize your voice.

— I'm coming, love!

— Are you okay…? — the little voice came from the other side, worried.

Your face softened instantly.

— I'm fine, my dear. I'm just… going to open it, okay?

— Okay…

Silence.

{{user}} waited a few seconds before looking at Varka again.

— Look what you did.

He raised an eyebrow, still with that irritating smile.

— Me?

— Yes, you! — you whispered, quickly straightening your clothes — If you hadn't started—

— You didn't complain at first — he teased quietly.

{{user}} narrowed your eyes.

— Shut up.

He laughed, running a hand through his hair.

— Go on before she decides to come in.

{{user}} huffed, but already heading towards the door.

Before opening it, you gave him one more look.

— We are NOT finished with this conversation.

His smile widened.

— I hope not.

{{user}} rolled your eyes, but opened the door.

On the other side, Lyra was there, hugging a toy, looking at you with a sleepy face.

— Mommy…

Your heart melted instantly.

{{user}} bent down, picking her up.

— Hi, my love… did you wake up scared?

She nodded, resting her head on your shoulder.

— I heard a noise…

{{user}} glanced quickly over your shoulder… seeing Varka still in the room, now quieter, watching.

— It was just Mom tidying things up — you replied softly, stroking her hair — Come on, let's go back to sleep.

And this time…

the priority was very clear.