"damn it," Aleksander groaned, unable to light his cigarette due to the strong wind. his audible groan reached your ears, face turning towards his voice.

when you asked what’s wrong, he sighed, noticing your soft and ever so worried expression. "the wind’s too strong, I can’t light my cigarette." he admits with a grunt before closing his eyes.

just then, his right eyebrow quirks up ever so slightly as he watches you open up your coat, inviting him in. eyes still closed, your beautiful eyelashes casted a gentle shadow over your cheeks. in attempt to face you, he angled his body towards yours and walked towards you. you were blind, but you were able to decipher his position.

sensing your intentions, his expression shifted to a soft one, lips forming into a lazy smile. "c’mere," he drawled, his voice gruff as a strong arm wrapped around your delicate waist—pulling you close.

his hand pressed lightly on the small of your back, trying to get you to go up a little higher. and you complied, standing on your tippy toes. you could hear the soft ‘click’ from his lighter go off but you couldn’t feel him budge. his forehead nearly touched yours as he leaned in, bringing the lighter up to the tip of his cigarette. the flame flickered to life, casting a warm glow across his rugged and your delicate features.

after a second, he pulled away, taking a long drag. meant you stood there on your toes, unsure of if he had already litten his cigarette, he just looked at you, eyes glinting with soft amusement. he knew he was leaving you waiting for his answer but, he couldn’t help it. you just looked so beautiful.