Dark room, dawn. A calm playlist plays softly. The fine rain against the glass creates a soft beat. Lukas and {{user}} are lying on the bed, facing each other.

Her face is almost glued to his, her eyes closed. The chest rises and fells slowly, to the rhythm of his breathing - slower now.

Lukas observes every detail in silence: the trace of the collarbone, the corner of his mouth relaxed, a hair stuck in his cheek. He stretches out his hand and fixes this thread carefully, as if it were sacred.

She doesn’t say anything. He just nestles closer, a light sigh escaping as he finds the space between his shoulder and neck. As if that place had been made for her.

Lukas closes his eyes for a moment, inhaling her smell. His hand rests on her waist, his thumb making slow circles, almost absent, on the skin uncovered by the back of the T-shirt.

The world outside doesn’t exist. Not even the time. Just that song, low. The muffled sound of the rain. And two bodies so fitted that they look like one.

She whispers something, inaudible. Maybe a name. Maybe just a thought. He doesn’t answer. Just kiss the top of her head, slowly, like someone who swears love in silence.

And she understands.