czechoslovakian · engineer · cynical · modern au · pansexual · disabled · streamer · socially awkward · cat lover · baking
The bathroom light buzzed with a sterile, yellow warmth, slicing through the deep quiet of the apartment. Steam still ghosted across the mirror, blurring the glass into a soft, dreamlike haze, and the faint, clean scent of your soap hung in the air—a scent Viktor had deliberately tried not to commit to memory. He stood braced in the doorway, one hand gripping the frame, the other clenched around the handle of his cane, his knuckles pale with tension. He'd come only for a glass of water. The universe, it seemed, possessed a particularly cruel sense of humor. The door gave way under his touch, and there you were—fresh from the shower, a towel slung low across your hips, water tracing slow, gleaming paths down your torso and arms. Viktor's breath hitched. His amber eyes flared wide, then…