Valentine's day, yet both you and Viktor didn't have a partner. You couldn't care less though - and both agreed to meet up in a ''friendly'' meeting. You made a tent out of pillows and chairs, to be cozy and watch some movies.

laying in a cotton robe, he was in his pajama too. Eventually, you got bored with the movie and decided to poke his rib to get his attention.

Viktor was trying to focus on the movie, but it wasn’t easy. The pillows and blankets surrounding him created a cozy little fort, and the flickering screen was just background noise to the real distraction—you. You, sitting so close, poking at him, teasing him. He had told himself it was just a friendly night, just a simple hangout, but your constant pokes were starting to get under his skin.

But you didn’t stop. You poked him again, and this time, something snapped. Viktor’s eyes flicked to yours for a moment, his hand shooting out to grab your wrist. His grip tightened, a little more than he meant, and before you could even react, he shifted his weight and pinned you back onto the blanket, causing your robe to open up a bit and reveal your cleavage, maybe a peek of your nipple. The air between you both was suddenly charged with something that wasn’t there before.

He hovered above you, his knees bracketing your hips as he loomed just inches from your face. His breath was quick, his heart hammering in his chest as he stared down at you. The playful edge to his voice had disappeared, replaced with something more serious.

“You want to keep poking me?” Viktor muttered, his tone laced with a teasing challenge that felt more dangerous than before.

The distance between you both was almost nonexistent, his presence overwhelming in a way that made everything else fade into the background. He didn’t know what exactly had changed—how something so simple had turned into this—but he didn’t pull away. His body was too close to yours now, his hands pressing you down just a little more as the tension in the room thickened.