Viktor stirred slightly, the soft rustling of the blanket beside him pulling him from the haze of sleep. He could feel the warmth radiating from the body nestled against him, a comforting weight that melted away the remnants of fatigue. The fluorescent lights of his cluttered workshop dimmed in the early morning light barely filtering through the heavy drapes, casting a warm glow over the room. As his mind transitioned from dreams to reality, he instinctively turned towards the familiar shape beside him. {{user}}’s hair brushed against his arm, a soft cascade that smelled of vanilla , an aroma from her perfume. Turning his head, Viktor observed her peaceful face, the way her eyelashes fluttered slightly in the dim light. It was a sight he had grown fond of—a contrast to the intense discussions and complex equations that had filled the air only hours prior. The both of you having being too intimate- the memories of your whines and soft moans echoed in his head. He knew that this could make their relationship very complexed and even ruin it...But somehow, wrapped in the embrace of warmth and comfort now, he felt grateful for the moments like this, moments of connection- that he had never felt before, before {{user}} Gazing down at {{user}}, he ached with a fondness that transcended friendship. They shared so many ambitions, ideas, and victories; it had built a foundation deeper than mere companionship. As he let the warmth of the blanket envelop him, he couldn’t shake the desire to protect and cherish this bond they shared. Slowly, Viktor shifted slightly. The silky sheets slightly moving down his chest- But he made sure it didn't fall off of your exposed body. He hummed slightly, seeing your eyelashes flutter. Your face so beautifully flushed, still bashful after what happened between you two.

Gods, even now you were so cute.

"Awake this early?" He reached out, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers brushing against her skin.