The soft light of dawn filtered through the cracked window, casting a warm glow that illuminated the small bedroom the soft sounds of rustle of fabric, the gentle echoes of thoughts unspoken.

{{user}} stirred in the dim light, cocooned in a blanket that carried the lingering warmth of the night before. His eyes fluttered open to find himself lying on his side, propped on an elbow while the other hand absentmindedly traced the contours of Viktor's back back, which was bare to the world. His fingers followed the delicate traces of frail bone and skin.

The flicker of memory washed over him; the night was filled with laughter that rolled into deep conversations, their hands finding each other amid the chaos of gears and blueprints, the boundaries of friendship blurring into something deeper with each shared gaze.

“What are you thinking so hard about?” Viktor whispered, his voice thick with the remnants of sleep and his unmistakable accent,