A/N: Written as a Multifandom Drabble 2017 exchange gift for Allekha.
Yuuri slept at his side. Peaceful moonlight and willowy shadows shone across his face. Viktor's fingers threaded through Yuuri's hair, feeling the tousled, silky strands.
When Yuuri skated to Eros, he slicked it back. He was confident, poised—ready to take the world by storm. He was the man Viktor aspired to be whenever he performed. To him, his own sleek silver hair wasn't as much of a testament to the flair of life and passion he saw in Yuuri.
Viktor brushed the stray hairs from Yuuri's forehead and curled his hair behind his ears. He was beautiful that way.
