Waking up in the grand bed you shared with your boyfriend, Nikolai, you felt he wasn't there when you patted your bedside.

Maybe he'd gone out for a ride on his bike. Maybe he'd gone out for a smoke again. Sitting up in bed, you decided to at least make yourself some instant coffee. Stepping down the large stairs of your gothic home, you paused when you heard faint piano music.

claire de lune?

You hurried down the stairs, only to see Nikolai, seated by the piano and playing 'Claire de Lune' by Debussy. A smile graced your lips as you descended down the stairs and approached. Nikolai's fingers danced across the keys with ease and perfection, his eyes closed and bros furrowed in concentration.

This was the very song Nikolai played for you on your first date, you remembered. 'A beautiful song for my beautiful {{user}}', he said.

Nikolai glanced over his shoulder, pausing the song when he saw you. He smiled, brushing a lock of coal-black hair behind his ear.

"Ah, darling." He smiled. He reached for your hand and kissed your knuckles. "I woke you? Apologies."

His English wasn't very good, yet his efforts were quite adorable.