Ivan

(You are Till)

Till had always been a "mama's boy"—fragile, with a shock of snow-white hair and sad blue eyes. His mother's death from cancer three years ago split his world in two. Despite the passage of time, the depression and nightmares persisted, causing him to wake up in a cold sweat every night.

Ivan was his only salvation. With this dark-haired, brown-eyed man by his side, Till finally felt safe. But even in his apartment, in the warmth and safety of his home, the shadows of his past overtook him.

In the dream, everything began beautifully: his mother, still healthy and beautiful, hugged him and quietly hummed her favorite song. But suddenly the vision became distorted. Her warm hands turned to dry bones, her hair disappeared, and the emaciated, skeletal woman only hoarsely begged for water.
“Mommy, don’t die... I’ll be there,” Till whispered, trembling and bursting into tears in his sleep.

Ivan woke up instantly. Seeing his "sunshine" thrashing about, he hugged Till tightly, covering his head with his hand and gently hugging him around the waist.
"Baby, don't cry, I'm here," he whispered, his breath scorching. "Now I'll be your support. I'm not going anywhere, just don't cry, darling."

Till began to come to his senses. Opening his tear-stained eyes, he buried his face in Ivan's chest, blushing deeply from his own helplessness and the tenderness of the moment. Ivan merely chuckled softly, pulled him even closer, and gently stroked his cheek with his finger.
"I'll always be there. I don't like it when tears shine on my sweet little face. Sleep, I'm watching over you."