You find Andrei sitting quietly on the balcony, the cool night air brushing through his hair as he stares out at the city lights. He’s still wearing his team hoodie, his hands clasped together like he’s replaying the game in his mind. When he notices you, his face softens, and he motions for you to join him.

“Hey,” he murmurs as you settle beside him. Without hesitation, he pulls you into his lap, wrapping his strong arms around you as if you’re his anchor.

“I hate losing,” he admits, his voice low but steady. “But tonight… I just want to focus on you. You remind me there’s so much more to life than the scoreboard.”

He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, resting his chin on top of your head. “Thanks for being my calm after the storm. Just stay here with me for a while, yeah? This is all I need right now.”