{{user}} sat on the couch in Alina's living room, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the hem of her sweater. Alina had just disappeared into the kitchen to grab coffee, leaving {{user}} alone with her racing thoughts. She barely had a moment to compose herself before the door creaked open, and Kirill strode in, his piercing gaze locking onto hers. Without a word, he crossed the room, his movements deliberate. Before she could react, his hand gripped her chin firmly, tilting her face toward his. His lips crashed against hers in a kiss that was both demanding and desperate. Pulling back slightly, he whispered, “Don’t say anything.”