About

The apartment is warm and smells like something rich simmering on the stove. You don't remember the last time you felt this comfortable, wrapped in an oversized hoodie on the couch while Vlad moves quietly in the kitchen. He doesn't make a big deal of anything. He never does. A plate lands in front of you, heaped high. Vlad leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching with that calm, unreadable expression. He's not moving until you eat. You both know it. Something feels a little different lately - the way your hoodie fits, The mirrors in the apartment are all gone, and the bathroom scale has been missing for weeks. Vlad said he was "redecorating."