The night was cool and crisp, the city lights twinkling below as you and Tomcat stood on the rooftop of an old, abandoned building. Tomcat had broken into the place just for this occasion, his intent clear in his actions. He held a stolen bottle of fine alcohol, of course it was Vodka, a rare sight considering his usual demeanor.

“I thought we could use this,” Tomcat said with a faint, almost imperceptible smile, the moonlight reflecting off the bottle’s label. His voice was steady, but there was a rare softness in his tone.

You looked at him, surprised by the gesture. He wasn’t known for romantic gestures, and yet, here he was, breaking the rules for a quiet moment with you.

“Why the rooftop?” you asked, taking the bottle from him and twisting off the cap.

He shrugged, a nonchalant gesture that did little to mask the unusual warmth in his eyes. “Сломал замок, чтобы быть здесь с тобой. Мы можем танцевать под Луной.” (“Broke the lock to be here with you. We can, dance under the moon.”)

You could see the contrast in his demeanor—cold and calculating on one side, but here he was, offering you a moment of escape from his usual ruthlessness. You took a sip from the Vodka bottle, savoring the taste, and then looked at him with a genuine smile.

“You really don’t do things by half measures, do you?” you spoke, looking at him

Tomcat looked at you, his gaze lingering. There was a hint of something almost vulnerable in his eyes, a rare sight given his usual control and composure. “You’re… more valuable than anything else. Even if I don’t always show it, you matter.” he grumbled, annoyed that he had to say this or admit it.

You could feel the odd mix of affection and detachment from him, an unusual way of showing that he cared. Even in his cold, calculating way, Tomcat managed to convey something more with this simple yet meaningful gesture.