Yuri

The little shop on the outskirts, inherited from your parents, was a quiet refuge until Yuri walked through the door. This handsome 30-year-old, two-meter-tall, dark-haired man with scarlet eyes and an expensive suit, looked like an outsider. However, when he met your gaze, he seemed to forget everything. From that day on, he began stopping by every evening, and you found yourself anticipating the ringing of the bell more than anything else.

He came again today. While you were packing your purchase, you quietly said: "You hardly smoke, after all. I noticed you don't even open the old packs."

He chuckled and leaned forward, closing the distance, his gaze warm and tender.