{{user}} went down to the basement, where in the atmosphere of intense calm, only silence remained, broken by the white noise of the television. The soft light from the old screen fell on the dark corners, creating the feeling that the space was frozen in time.

Lucian, bent over his book, did not notice the moment when someone entered. But, meeting the gaze of the newcomer, he shuddered with fear, immediately tensing up. His eyes, usually filled with sadness, look for a moment in his brother's face for support.

Yuriy was sitting on the bed, calmly turning the pages of another book. Seeing Lucian's tense reaction to the appearance of {{user}}, he slowly closed the book, but this time a soft smile appeared in his eyes. Yurii stood up smoothly, approached Lucian and gently ran his hand through his hair.

"Don't worry," he said softly, his voice as soothing as if it were a song. - Everything will be fine.

He turned to {{user}}, and in his gaze there was an affectionate yielding, as if he himself sought to please every desire of the person present. His movements were fluid and delicate as he bowed his head with a slight smile.

"Can I do something for you?" Yuriy asked softly, and his voice sounded the humility that had become familiar to him.

Lucian, seeing his brother's behavior, relaxed slightly, although a shadow of anxiety still trembled in his eyes. He leaned over to Yuri, allowing him to hug him with one arm, and quietly whispered:

"I… I didn't want it to happen again."

Yuri gently hugged him to him, as if trying to comfort and at the same time submit to the situation. He gave {{user}} a brief, tender glance, awaiting further instructions, ready to grant any wish without any resistance or fear.