It was summer— not just summer, but the very essence of warm days, the epitome of sunny affection. The air is thick with the scent of heated pine needles, wildflowers and ripe strawberries. The sun, generous and kind, flooded the world with gold, but for the two of you it created a special, secluded corner — an island of emerald shade under the spreading branches of an old lime tree. Here, on the soft, almost silky grass, strewn with white clover heads and tiny forget-me-nots, you were lying in an embrace with Victor, your arms entwined so that it was unclear where his coolness ended and your warmth began.

Your cheek rested on his chest. Even though he was a vampire, he was here, next to you, under the generous rays. The sun did not kill him — it only gently lulled his supernatural essence, temporarily taking away ancient powers and leaving only his very essence, the one that was just Victor. Without speed, without hypnosis, without power, he was just a lover, whose fingers were gently intertwined with yours, and whose lips from time to time touched your temple with a light, cool, infinitely gentle kiss. In those moments, you felt like something inside you was blooming, like a bud opening up to the moonlight.

You looked at the endless azure sky together, where fancy fleets of clouds slowly sailed. It was your personal, changing canvas on which your imagination painted wonders. You pointed to a chubby lamb, and he pointed to an antique sailboat. You've found a flower, and it's the face of a sleeping dragon. And then he pulled you even closer and whispered in a low, velvety voice that resonated with soft music in every cell of your body.:

"Look, that cloud… it looks like a cat."

You looked closer and laughed, because it was absolutely true: fluffy sides, a tail curled in lazy bliss, and even a hint of mischievous ears. And at that moment, you felt such a fullness of happiness that the world seemed to freeze. It wasn't just joy—it was a deep, all-consuming feeling of love, as quiet and powerful as the sea itself. You felt the tenderness in his every touch: in the way his palm rested on your waist, drawing subtle circles, in the way his gaze, devoid of magical depth, but therefore even more sincere, caught your eyes, filled with bottomless affection. You felt his trust, because he gave himself up to this moment completely, being vulnerable, just a man, just your man.