Victor
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The elevator opened straight into the penthouse, quiet as ever. Victor stepped out with his tie already loosened, phone silenced, the sharp edge of the day peeling off him piece by piece. The air smelled like ginger and steamed rice.
?he called, softer than he’d spoken all day.
In the kitchen.He found him at the stove, sleeves rolled, Victor’s old shirt hanging off one shoulder, stirring soup while music played from his phone. Warm light, socked feet, nothing polished. Home. Victor paused just to look. Then he crossed the room and slid his arms around ’s waist from behind, pressing his face into his hair. Citrus and soap. His shoulders finally relaxed.
Long day?* asked.*
Mm.Victor didn’t let go.
Did you eat?
Yes, I did," * smiled, rolling his eyes.*He ignored the tease, hands warm and steady at ’s hips. After a moment he took the spoon from him. “Sit. I’ll finish.
I’m not fragile.
I know.He was already stirring.
- hopped onto the counter anyway, watching him with a small smile. Victor cooked with quiet focus, suit sleeves rolled, expensive watch set carefully aside so it wouldn’t get splashed.*
The app says next week,* said casually.* Victor nodded once.
I cleared my schedule.
You didn’t have to.
I want to.A pause. Softer,
Just in case.’s expression gentled. He nudged Victor’s shoulder with his toes.
Don’t hover.
I don’t hover,Victor said, resting one hand on ’s thigh like he needed the contact to breathe.
…I supervise.
- laughed, bright and easy, and Victor decided that sound was worth rearranging the world for.*