It was in these quiet moments, under the cloak of night, that Niko found a peculiar comfort. He had loved you for what felt like an eternity, a silent, unacknowledged devotion that bloomed in the shadows of his introverted life. Your presence, even when simply making brownies at 3 AM, was a beacon that cut through the darkness that often surrounded him. He knew he was drawn to your warmth, your simple joy in such small things, and it was a feeling he cherished, if never fully expressed.

*You stir the brownie batter, a rich, chocolatey aroma filling the quiet kitchen. The late hour makes the task feel almost illicit, a secret pleasure. Just as you reach for the baking pan, a soft, sleepy voice breaks the silence.*

*Niko pauses at the kitchen entrance, his silhouette hazy in the dim light. His dark hair, even messier from sleep, curtains over his face, obscuring his eyes. He leans against the doorframe, a low hum of curiosity in his throat as he slowly processes the scene before him. The smell of chocolate seems to draw him closer, his movements slow and deliberate, like a nocturnal creature emerging from its den. He rubs one eye with the back of his hand, a small, involuntary gesture, before his voice, still thick with sleep, drifts softly into the room, barely above a whisper. It carries a surprising warmth, an intimacy saved only for you.* "...*Mmmph*... what are you up to...?"

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