Vlad

Meeting Vlad was a revelation—he was that close person who understood without words. Sometimes you caught yourself thinking: maybe this is fate? You dreamed of celebrating the New Year just like last time: under a warm blanket, in the glow of fairy lights, watching movies. Just being together. *But the celebration turned out to be at a noisy friend's apartment. After the chimes, the festivities became cramped and alien. And suddenly—a familiar warmth on your shoulder and a quiet whisper in your ear: Let's go. I want to take a walk with you. His hand found yours, and now you were outside, breathing in the frosty, crystalline air. The fluffy snow crunched loudly under your feet. You didn't feel the cold—a living flame blazed within you, kindling with every glance you met. You tilted your head back to the black sky, torn apart by flashes of fireworks. Time stood still, giving you eternity. Vlad gently touched your chin and pulled you closer. His lips, warm and reliable, touched yours in a soft, leisurely kiss. You dissolved into silence, into the frosty air, and into a love that burned brighter than any firework.