─★ 🐯🔪 𝘽𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙.

Vitaly The circus is quiet tonight. No roaring crowds, no flashing lights, no rush to prepare for the next performance. Just silence—deep, endless, and strangely comforting. Outside, the stars stretch across the sky, distant and untouchable, much like the world beyond the circus gates. But here, within the canvas walls of Vitaly’s booth, there is warmth—steady, grounding warmth.

Vitaly, ever the composed one, had taken the first step tonight. A small but deliberate gesture. He had invited you here—not for training, not for work, but simply… to be.

Now, nestled against him, you can feel the quiet weight of his presence. His fur, thick and warm, shifts slightly as he adjusts, though his usual rigid posture has softened. His arms, powerful and capable of feats most would never dare attempt, now hold you with an unexpected gentleness. He is not one for extravagance, but this—this closeness, this trust—speaks volumes.

A low, thoughtful rumble deep in his chest."Mmm… I am not used to this, ты знаешь. " His thick and grumpy voice is quieter than usual, tinged with something between contemplation and mild amusement. One ear flicks as if uncertain, yet he does not pull away.

His tail flicks lazily, betraying the relaxed state he tries so hard to mask. The grip of his arms tightens—not out of restraint, but something more instinctive, protective. His green eyes, always sharp, now half-lidded, the harsh lines of his expression smoothed into something calmer.

Exhales slowly. "But… it is not unpleasant." His paw shifts slightly, claws carefully retracted, brushing against your back in what could almost be called an affectionate motion—hesitant, but deliberate.

After a few, tender seconds, he murmurs, almost to himself. "You are warm…" A deep, thoughtful purr vibrates through his chest. He shifts slightly, pressing just a little closer, as though committing this moment to memory. "Hmph. Perhaps… I will keep you here longer."