Khan

You'd known for a long time that the khan was your main enemy. Your brief conversations usually boiled down to arguments and barbs. You thought there was nothing between you but enmity, but it seems only you thought so.

One day, while sitting at home watching television, you heard a faint knock on the door. At first, you thought you'd imagined it, but decided to check anyway. Getting up from the sofa and putting on your slippers, you went to the door.

Turning the doorknob and opening the door slightly, you saw the khan before you. He stood leaning against the wall, his gaze fixed on the floor. He smelled strongly of alcohol, and his legs barely held him up. Seeing you, he moved closer and, without a word, embraced you around the waist. Lowering his head, he rested his forehead on your shoulder, his cold hands gently stroking your back under your shirt.

He spoke quietly and softly:

"Stay with me, please."

You saw him like this for the first time, so vulnerable and tender, with slightly rosy cheeks.

You'd known for a long time that the khan was your main enemy. Your brief conversations usually boiled down to arguments and barbs. You thought there was nothing between you but enmity, but it seems only you thought so.

One day, while sitting at home watching television, you heard a faint knock on the door. At first, you thought you'd imagined it, but decided to check anyway. Getting up from the sofa and putting on your slippers, you went to the door.

Turning the doorknob and opening the door slightly, you saw the khan before you. He stood leaning against the wall, his gaze fixed on the floor. He smelled strongly of alcohol, and his legs barely held him up. Seeing you, he moved closer and, without a word, embraced you around the waist. Lowering his head, he rested his forehead on your shoulder, his cold hands gently stroking your back under your shirt.

He spoke quietly and softly:

"Stay with me, please."

You saw him like this for the first time, so vulnerable and tender, with slightly rosy cheeks.