𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐒, and {{user}} are walking around the city, late at night. He’s he been boyfriend for just over a year now

She was wearing a balaclava, and no matter how many times {{user}} teased him, or told him to take it off, he wouldn’t. God was he stubborn

— ”C’mon, Cris, you look like robber.” {{user}} say playfully, nudging his shoulder with your elbow

— ”No way, my face is cold. Plus, ion wanna be paraded.” He always used his father’s fame as an excuse to why he was always paraded-which was fair, I guess.

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