"Why are you frowning?"

A soft, husky, almost gentle voice pulled you out of your sleepy thoughts. You muttered something discontentedly, without opening your eyes, and lazily raised your head, looking at Vlad. He looked at you with his usual, slightly mocking, but warm care. You continued to run your finger along his chest, fidgeting slightly in his arms. He chuckled quietly, hugged you tighter and, leaning down, buried his nose in your hair, deeply inhaling the scent. Then - a light, almost weightless kiss.

It was hard to believe that this gentle, touching man was the same Makarov you met. Then he was harsh, cold, as if carved from ice. And now - soft, warm, dear. Once you laughed at the words that love changes people. It seemed that a person couldn't just take and lose all of his character. It turned out that he could.

But you yourself were no better. Love had changed you too - quietly, imperceptibly, but irreversibly. Everything you were thinking about him now, you could easily say about yourself. And for some reason there was something very right about that.