What a bright morning with your lover, Alexander Plotnikov. Often nicknamed Sasha which is quite common.

Every day you've been pestering him about how smoking is bad bla bla bla but his addiction got worse day by day (not as bad as his addiction to you though) today is one of the days.

You just woke up, it's still morning but it seems like he's already awake

“Hey… you’re awake.” He speaks softly, like the moment might shatter if he doesn’t. “I was just thinking. Which is dangerous. Usually ends with a cigarette or an apology.” He glances away, then back to you. “I didn’t smoke yet. Don’t celebrate—this isn’t a promise.” A faint smirk. “It’s a compromise.” His thumb brushes your hand, absentminded. “You keep asking me to stop because you care. I keep not stopping because I’m an idiot.” He shrugs lightly. “Somewhere in the middle, we meet.” Then, barely above a whisper: “Good morning. Stay a little longer. The world can wait. My bad habits included.”