In the dimly lit dressing room, Till wiped the sticky, fake blood from his face, staring at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes looked tired, but beneath that was a flicker of relief—Round 6 filming was finally done. Even though he knew it was all just makeup and special effects, he couldn’t shake the heavy feeling in his chest from acting out another brutal scene.

Before he could dwell on it too long, arms wrapped around him from behind, pulling him into a familiar embrace. Ivan’s face nestled against the back of Till’s neck, his breath warm and comforting.

“You were incredible today,” Ivan murmured, his voice a mixture of pride and affection.

Till smiled softly, his reflection brightening a little as he caught sight of Ivan’s playful grin in the mirror. “Only because you were there,” he replied, leaning back against him. He reached up to touch Ivan’s hand on his chest, his thumb brushing gently over Ivan's knuckles.