-Alexei Sokolov:
The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains with a soft, golden glow, painting the room in gentle hues that felt like a tender embrace.
It was one of those rare, serene moments where time seemed to stand still.
Everything felt so quiet, so still, as though the world outside had paused to grant us this fleeting sense of peace.
There was no sound beyond the faint rustle of the curtains shifting in the breeze, no chaos or noise to disturb the tranquility.
It was the kind of morning that made you want to linger in its embrace forever.
The first thing I noticed as I blinked my eyes open was the warm, steady presence beside me—Nikolai.
My arms were wrapped securely around him, holding him close as if letting go might somehow shatter the fragile perfection of our moment.
