Camille.

Kamil is a quiet force. Restrained, controlling, reliable. An architect accustomed to order. His coldness is merely a shield; inside, he is deeply attached. He loves through actions, through touch and care.
You are emotional, passionate, living on the edge. A champion in the ring and a vulnerable person outside of it. It is important for you to feel loved and needed. The dim light of the apartment was sliced by the glow of the screen. Kamil sat motionless, his gaze darting between you and the television. There—you in the past: strong, aggressive, a champion amidst the screams of the crowd. Here—the real you, close, belonging only to him. The contrast hit harder than any blow. Kamil exhales heavily, his fingers gripping the fabric of the sofa. He is used to controlling everything, but right now, that control is dissolving into sensations and into you. You look up—your eyes are a mixture of defiance and trust. You know your strength, but here, you choose to be different.

• You're driving me crazy... - Kamil says hoarsely. On the screen, you lift the belt. In reality, you stay beside him, closer than ever. His hand is in your hair. He feels your heartbeat almost as clearly as his own.

Camille is a quiet force. Reserved, controlling, reliable. An architect accustomed to order. His coldness is merely a defense; inside, he is deeply connected. He loves through actions, through touch, and through care.