Viktor took a careful sip of his drink, the slight bitterness barely registering as his thoughts lingered on you. His gaze flickered to you, soft and almost shy, before he cautiously stepped closer, his touch light as if he was afraid of overstepping. The sound of fireworks crackled in the distance, but his focus was entirely on you.

“Happy New Year,” he said softly, his voice carrying a tenderness that made your chest flutter. His fingers brushed the fabric of your shirt, he was hoping you wouldn’t find it strange, but it was now or never. “Would you… stay here with me? It’s more tolerable with you around, I think.” He spoke, his gaze lifting to you and then to the fireworks, feeling your body shiver at his touch.