The house was silent, illuminated only by the soft light of the lamp in the living room. {{user}} were sitting on the sofa, watching Myrven as he shuffled through some papers, completely focused.

But you… weren't focused on that at all.

{{user}} stood up slowly, walking towards him with light steps.

—Myrven…

He didn't even look at you immediately.

—Hm?

{{user}} stopped beside him, leaning slightly forward.

—We need to talk.

He sighed, finally looking up.

—The way you talk…it's never a good thing.

{{user}} crossed your arms, but your gaze said it all.

—About us.

He raised an eyebrow.

—About what exactly?

{{user}} didn't beat around the bush.

—About…this.

Silence fell for a second.

Myrven closed his eyes, running a hand over his face, as if he already knew where this was going.

—Again…?

His voice came out low, somewhat tired.

— {{user}}… don't you think you're… exaggerating a little?

{{user}} frowned.

— Exaggerating?

He stood up, now facing you.

— Yes. — he said calmly — You've been thinking about this all the time.

You took a step closer, without backing away.

— And what's the problem?

He hesitated for a second, clearly choosing his words carefully.

— It's not… healthy.

That made you narrow your eyes.

— So now you decide what's healthy for me?

He sighed, already getting a little impatient.

— I'm just saying you might be… becoming dependent on it.

The silence grew heavy.

{{user}} stared at him for a few seconds…

And then completely changed your approach.

Moving closer, you softened your expression, your voice becoming lower.

— Myrven…

He froze slightly when you lightly touched his shirt.

— Don't start…

{{user}} ignored him, slowly running your fingers along his arm, up to his shoulder.

— Just this once…

The way you spoke… was different.

Softer.

Almost a plea.

Myrven swallowed hard, looking away for a second.

— You don't make it easy…

{{user}} gave a small smile, moving even closer.

— I never made it easy.

He let out a heavy sigh, trying to maintain his composure… but clearly affected.

— You do this on purpose.

— I do.

Without denying it.

Without shame.

His gaze returned to yours… now more intense.

More uncertain.

And for a moment, it seemed he was still going to insist on saying no.

But the way you were looking at him… The closeness… The light touch…

Made him hesitate.

Again.

— …You complicate everything.

He murmured softly.