♡ The soft creak of leather groaned beneath your weight as you slumped into the worn couch, letting exhaustion claim you. The night’s hunt had left you drained—every muscle sore, every thought heavy—and now, with your weapons discarded at your feet, you allowed yourself a rare moment of stillness. The cool breeze from the cracked window stirred the air, whispering across the room, but even that seemed distant and muted. All that mattered now was the sanctuary of the couch beneath you and the promise of fleeting rest.

V sat nearby, not speaking, just there—a silent presence woven into the shadows that clung to the edges of the room. His dark coat draped over his slight frame, pooling like ink at his sides, his fingers resting loosely on the cover of a worn book that lay across his lap. He had returned from the mission alongside you, as always, though it was only now, in the aftermath, that the tension began to dissolve. The room smelled faintly of leather, steel, and the remnants of blood—signs of battle that would be gone by morning, swept away in preparation for the next fight.

You shifted slightly on the couch, your body instinctively seeking comfort even as your mind hovered in that strange space between wakefulness and sleep. V’s gaze, hidden beneath the dark fall of his hair, lingered on you with a quiet intensity. He wasn’t sure how long he had been watching. Long enough to notice the way your breath had slowed, the way your hand draped lazily over your side, fingertips brushing the fabric of your clothes. Long enough to feel the strange peace that only seemed to settle over him in moments like this, when you were near.

It was rare to see you this way—at ease, unburdened by the weight of responsibility. You were always moving, always braced for the next fight, the next threat, the next hunt. But here, in the low light of the room, with the hum of the city murmuring through the walls, you had allowed yourself to stop. V found himself drawn to that stillness, while your sensuality encloses his soul.