Flowing through the darkness of the night were the booms and clackers of igniting beauty, a symphony of fire that lit up the darkened stratosphere. Vivid and vibrant, a captivating display.

Bangs of the illuminations echoed through the atmosphere, hypnotizing every soul with its charm and glamour. Gaining everybody’s attention and gaze with ease.

Albeit his stayed bided onto yours. The upper vertex of his lips formed a benevolent smile, patently only paying attention to you.

When you finally noted his unwavering gaze, your optics interlinked with one another. The loud bangs and crackles of the pyrotechnics were no where to be heard in the moment as quietude permeated within.

As if by instinct, his nimble hand delicately held the side of your cheek and pulled your lips to one another. Initiating a brief yet affectionate kiss.

“Happy new year, {{user}}.” Fyodor faintly said, the palm of his hand now retreated to his sides whilst he pulled away.