Yuri's POV
Today, I feel something I haven't felt in a long time—
Comfort.
Not because of the silence, or the stillness of the world outside—
But because my heart is finally here… beside me.
I open my eyes slowly.
It's not sunrise yet. Just the soft, bluish hue of dawn slipping through the curtains.
The kind of light that whispers, "Hold on a little longer."
She's in my arms, breathing softly.
Her head nestled just under my chin, fingers still loosely tangled with mine.
The rise and fall of her chest is the only rhythm I need.
And just like that—my heart, which always ran wild, feels calm.
I shift slightly, cupping her face so gently, afraid even the slightest movement might wake her.
My thumb brushes across her cheek, feeling the warmth of someone I never want to let go of again.
But the thought creeps in…
If the sun comes up… we're going to part again. Just for some days, I remind myself.
But even a few days feel cruel when you've finally remembered what home feels like.
So I stay still.
I don't blink. I don't breathe too loud.
Because in this fragile hour before the world calls us back…
She's mine.
And I'm hers.
Even if the dawn tries to steal her away.
But in the quieter corners of my mind…
I'm scared.
Not of her. Not of losing her love.
But of being me.
I'm not the boy who shows up to class every morning, who laughs too loud with his friends in the hallway, who lives a normal, clean life.
That boy—he existed once. Maybe.
But he's gone now.
In front of me… there's a mountain of undone things.
Real things.
Dark deals. Promises I made with fire in my eyes and bruises on my hands.
I know I'd do anything for her. Anything.
But my world isn't soft.
It doesn't care about love.
It drags you back with bloody knuckles and cold metal.
Guns. Fights. Betrayals waiting behind fake smiles.
Blood… always blood. Even when I beg it not to come.
Even now, lying here with her—the safest place I've ever known—
I can feel it.
My other life. Waiting at the door like a shadow I can't outrun.
And I wonder…
How long can I keep this peace?
How long can I keep her safe… from me?
Because love and war don't sleep in the same bed.
And I'm scared one day…
I'll have to choose.
The sunlight crept through the curtain, soft and golden, but it felt more like a reminder than a beginning.
Like it was whispering, "No more time left."
I stayed still, not wanting to move, not wanting to breathe too loud and disturb the only peace I had.
But the warmth of the morning light kissed her skin, and reality slowly found its way back in.
I closed my eyes, rubbing my temple, feeling that ache settle deep inside my chest.
"What am I gonna do with you…" I whispered under my breath, barely audible.
My voice cracked in the stillness.
"How am I going to not hurt you… not now, but later…?"
I looked at her again—so calm, so trusting, curled up beside the very chaos she didn't fully see.
"You're not safe with me," I whispered to no one but the ceiling. "You never were."
And the worst part?
She knew that.
She's always known that.
But she stayed.
And that…
That's what scares me the most.
Because I don't know if love is enough to save someone from a world built on war.
I lean down and press a gentle kiss to her forehead.
She shifts slightly, her lashes fluttering as she slowly wakes.
Still drowsy, her voice comes out in a soft whisper, "Yuri… you awake?"
"Umm," I hum, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face.
Her eyes barely open, just enough to meet mine. "Why don't you sleep a little more?"
She asks it like she already knows I won't—but still hopes I will.
I smile faintly, my voice quiet, laced with everything I'm afraid to say.
"It's a waste of time," I murmur. "I'd rather stare at you than waste another second sleeping."
She lets out a tiny laugh, her eyes still sleepy, but her cheeks flush just a little.
She reached up, her fingers brushing along my cheek, soft and steady, like she was trying to calm a storm she couldn't see but somehow still felt.
"I love you," she whispered.
And I… I didn't say anything.
Not because I didn't feel the same, but because words felt too small for what burned inside me.
So instead, I leaned in.
And kissed her.
Slow. Full. Like I was telling her everything I couldn't say out loud.
Her hands slid into my mullets, tugging gently—
And god… that did something to me.
I felt the shift.
That slow unraveling of control I always held so tightly around her.
She didn't need to say anything else. Her touch said it all.
That she was mine.
That I was hers.
That we had now.
My hand moved to the small of her back, pulling her closer—
Because distance didn't make sense anymore.
His hand slipped beneath the soft fabric of her shirt, warm against her skin as his fingertips trailed gently along her back.
There was no rush—only reverence.
Like he was memorizing every line, every curve, like she was something sacred.
With practiced care, he found the clasp of her lace, and with a quiet click, it came undone.
She didn't flinch. Didn't pull away.
Instead, her breath hitched ever so slightly, eyes fluttering shut as she leaned into him—trusting, open, completely his.
Between those kisses, his hands moved over her carefully… reverently.
His fingers traced the lines of her curves, not with urgency, but with awe.
Like she was art he didn't deserve to touch—yet couldn't stop worshipping.
Every place his hand traveled, she responded—soft sighs, gentle movements, her body melting into his as if this was where she was always meant to be.
He hovered above her now, eyes locked with hers, both of them breathing in each other like air.
His lips traveled lower, leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses along her jaw, her neck… trailing down slowly like he was tracing the path to where her heartbeat lived.
And then—right where the dip of her collarbone met the swell of her chest—
He paused.
A smirk tugged at the edge of his lips, and before she could say a word,
he leaned in…
and gave her the gentlest bite.
Not enough to hurt—just enough to make her shiver,
to claim a piece of her in a place only he would ever know.
Her breath caught, hands instinctively gripping his shoulders as her body arched slightly beneath him.
It wasn't just the bite—it was the way he looked at her right after.
Like she was everything he never thought he could have… and still couldn't believe she was real.
His thumb brushed over the mark he'd left, tender, like he was apologizing and possessing all at once.
"Babe.. can i?" He whispered in her ears
she tilted her head slightly, her lips brushing along the side of his neck.
Slow. Deliberate.
He stilled above her, his breath hitching—because that single touch from her felt electric.
A soft bite. A teasing suck.
Just enough pressure to leave a faint bruise blooming beneath his skin.
Her own mark.
He drew in a slow breath, his body reacting instantly—but when he looked down at her,
she was already smiling.
That small, knowing smile.
The kind that said, "You're mine."
It wasn't just playful—it was a silent permission.
He chuckled low in his throat, shaking his head with affection in his eyes.
"Dangerous girl…" he whispered.
But she just smirked wider, fingertips ghosting over his throbbing member
He close his eyes .. letting out a little groans
"Babe i just ask for a simple permission but what you did is very dangerous"
His lips trails down her curves meeting her hard nipple .. "… hard " he smile and whispers playing with his tongue
She reach his hair softly by her fingers
"Babe.." she moans ,voice a little breathless, a little playful.
He froze—just for a second.
Not because of what she said…
But because of how she said it.
She's never called me that before.
Not once.
It was always Yuri.
Simple. Soft. Familiar.
But babe?
That word—
It hit different.
He pulled back just slightly, my eyes searching hers.
"Say that again," he murmured, trying to hide the way my heart tripped in my chest.
She raised an eyebrow, smirking like she knew exactly what she'd done.
But she didn't repeat it. Not yet.
"I will make you say that again," he said, his voice low and laced with something between a promise and a challenge.
He lowered down and strip off her black lace .. His head between her leg ..
"Let it out babe.." he whispers playing her clit with his tongue tasting her sweet wet juice ..
She grab the sheet tightly closing her eyes not to make a sound but its was a waste of energy.. finally she let it out
"Babe.."
He smirked between her legs ..
His member is already standing hard.. he put his member into her warm gap
She let out a moans "Yuri .. gentle"
"I'll babe" He said
He slowly , gently moving back and forth .. his hand at her curves fumbling ..
He search for her lips .. kissing gently breathing heavily…
Accidentally his member pulls out without warning..
he whispers at her ears "babe .. can you please put inside?"
She nods and reach out for his member .. when she touch .. its very hard and big ..
She chuckles " babe yours is too big i didn't know till now" and put it again into hers
Yuri hovers his face on her neck
"It will gives you pleasure babe.."