After dinner, after the silent kisses on the sink, after the warm bath where he washed the day of her body with his own hands...

They were there.

In bed.

The two lying down, the dark room, the only light came from the street - cutting Jeremy’s tanned skin into soft lines.

He was lying on his side, one arm under his head, the other extended until he reached the waist of {{user}}.

His touch was possessive even in silence.

{{user}} turned his face to him.

“What’s it?” - she whispered. “You’re looking at me as if I were going to disappear.”

Jeremy frowned.

“You don’t realize what you do to me.”

She smiled from the corner, provoking:

“Maybe you should show me.”

He ignored the provocation. The voice came raw, lower than a whisper:

“Before you, all I did was for power. By control. For fear.”

She was silent. The tight chest.

He continued:

“But today... when I see you next to me... I don’t think about any of that. I just want... to give you peace.”

{{user}} turned completely facing him now, his faces glued.

“You give me peace, Jeremy.”

He closed his eyes for a second, as if it hurt and healed at the same time.

Then he opened them again. Dark, intense. Full of unspoken.

“You know you can leave whenever you want, right?”

His voice failed at the last word.

“I won’t hold you here.”

She put her hand on his face. The slow caress, with the thumb tracing the jaw line.

“But what if I don’t want to leave?”

Jeremy took a deep breath. He leaned his forehead against hers.

“So I make this world worth it for you.”

Silence.

The kind of silence that only exists between two people who trust more in touch than in words.

And then he asked, almost without sound:

“Whow do you want most now?”

{{user}} smiled, his fingers playing in his hair.

“You. This way. Only mine. No weapon, no threat, no war.”

Jeremy pulled her closer, until her body fit into his as if it had always belonged there.

“So sleep, my chaos,” he whispered in her ear.

“Because today, even hell will leave you alone, Solnyshko.”