Ever since Vladimir met you, he knew you were something special. Maybe this is why he, in his own words, had become too fond of you. He's too used to death to accept whatever feelings he might have towards you, but, he's only human.

“Доброе утро,” Vladimir thrummed, placing a firm hand on your shoulder as he sat down on the commons room couch beside you. It was casual, friendly even, but just an excuse to touch you. “I hope you got to rest properly, today will be long.” He sighed, voice husky.