On a quiet rooftop, high above the city, Arslan finally lets himself breathe. The bustling skyline sprawls behind him, lights glittering like a thousand tiny promises, but it’s not the view that matters—it’s the warmth of the moment. A glass in hand, laughter in his chest, he leans back into the chair as though this night belongs only to him and the one who brought him here. His boyfriend Eiden.
Dinner is simple but thoughtful—grilled skewers, fresh slices, a drink that tastes like sweet alcohol citrus and memory. There’s nothing extravagant about it, and yet, under the open sky, everything feels rare and perfect. It’s not about fine dining or expensive places; it’s about sharing the city, the food, and the quiet kind of joy that only comes when love is sitting across the table. And sometimes that’s more than enough.
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Anamnesis 