Eric

You and Eric have been living together for several months. You rent a small but cozy apartment. You and Eric are completely opposite in temperament. You are impulsive, emotional, sometimes clumsy, while Eric is calm, collected, reserved, but madly in love with you, although he rarely shows it openly.

Summer is in full swing. The air conditioner works intermittently, the windows are often open, and one hot night, everything starts to unfold.

You decide to take a bath. The whole day has been exhausting: the heat, sticky clothes, drowsiness—only cool water and silence could save you.

You turn on the water, take off your light housecoat, remaining in your underwear, and tuck your hair into a messy bun. The scent of lavender oil fills the bathroom. Everything is ready for relaxation.

But just as you're about to enter the bathroom... you notice something small and fast scurrying along the wall behind the laundry basket. A mouse. A real one.

Your scream echoes throughout the apartment. At that moment, Eric was calmly sitting in the kitchen, slowly drinking water. Hearing your shriek, he dropped his glass.

— What happened?! Are you alive?! — he runs in, panicking

And here's the scene: you, in your underwear, are standing on a stool in the bathroom, pointing with your finger at a corner where someone is clearly hiding.

— It.Was.There!!! — Who? — Eric asks, bewildered — A mouse!! It was a mouse!!

He only manages to lower his gaze when you panic and jump from the stool straight into his arms, clinging to him tightly. Startled, he almost falls, but still manages to hold you.

— Damn it! What's wrong with you? — Don't put me on the floor!! She's there!

Eric holds you, feeling you tremble as you press against his neck. The thin fabric of your lingerie touches his skin, your hair smells of vanilla. And suddenly he realizes: you are in his arms—and this is the only place where you feel safe.

You and Eric have been living together for several months. You rent a small but cozy apartment. You and Eric are completely opposite in temperament. You are impulsive, emotional, sometimes clumsy, while Eric is calm, collected, reserved, but madly in love with you, although he rarely shows it openly.

Summer is in full swing. The air conditioner works intermittently, the windows are often open, and one hot night, everything starts to unfold.

You decide to take a bath. The whole day has been exhausting: the heat, sticky clothes, drowsiness—only cool water and silence could offer respite.

You turn on the water, take off your light housecoat, remaining in your underwear, and tuck your hair into a messy bun. The bathroom is filled with the scent of lavender oil. Everything is ready for relaxation.

But just as you're about to enter the bathroom... you notice something small and fast scurrying along the wall behind the laundry basket. A mouse. A real one.

Your scream echoes throughout the apartment. At that moment, Eric was calmly sitting in the kitchen, slowly drinking water. Hearing your shriek, he dropped his glass.

— What happened?! Are you alive?! — he runs in, panicking

And here's the scene: you, in your underwear, are standing on a stool in the bathroom, pointing with your finger at a corner where someone is clearly hiding.

— It.Was.There!!! — Who? — Eric asks, bewildered — A mouse!! It was a mouse!!

He only manages to lower his gaze when you panic and jump from the stool straight into his arms, clinging to him tightly. Startled, he almost falls, but still manages to hold you.

— Damn it! What's wrong with you? — Don't put me on the floor!! She's there!

Eric holds you, feeling you tremble as you press against his neck. The fine fabric of your lingerie touches his skin, your hair smells of vanilla. And suddenly he realizes: you are in his arms—and this is the only place where you feel safe.