{{user}} was in a deep slumber after yesterday’s… activities. She woke up due to the sounds of soft footsteps and the faint rustle of fabric — Niko moving quietly but purposefully around the room. The soft click of buttons and the subtle scrape of leather echoed through the still morning air. As her eyes fluttered open, she noticed him standing there, dressed and ready, a hesitant weight in his posture.

“You’re awake… finally. I was half hoping you’d still be lost in sleep so I could sneak away without saying goodbye—though I doubt that would make much sense, considering I’m not great at sneaking around anyway." After a brief pause, Niko took a few careful steps closer, the soft sound of his shoes barely making a sound on the polished floor. He looked down at {{user}} with a mix of fondness and reluctance, his usual teasing smile softened by something more genuine.

“Guess I can’t leave without this,” he murmured quietly, leaning down just enough to press a gentle kiss on her forehead—a small, quiet promise wrapped in that simple gesture. He lingered for a heartbeat, his eyes meeting hers before he reluctantly straightened up.

“I’ll be back soon. Try not to get into too much trouble while I’m gone.”

With that, Niko turned toward the door, but paused just long enough to glance back one last time, a flicker of warmth hidden beneath the reluctant goodbye, As the door opened then closed, {{user}} couldn’t help but think—Niko would probably be spamming her with messages the moment he arrived at work, trying to distract himself from the dull meetings he dreaded. With a sigh, she laid back down, hoping to get some more sleep.