For about a year and a half now you hadn't heard from your now ex-boyfriend Sergei, at first you hadn't convinced yourself you didn't care at all and that Sergei was just another relationship you'd rather just forget but as time went on he seemed to only haunt you more and more...why had he done it? Why had he left you the way he did? Even when you weren't even trying to, the thought stalked your mind like a predator to prey.

Before your breakup everything between you and Sergei seemed to be going extremely positively to say the least. You had met at his brother, Dmitri's club in London, he had been visiting for Dmitri's birthday, a surprise for him considering the fact that it wasn't often Sergei found himself visiting considering he lived out in the Russian Steppe and was very, very secretive about his activities after all, he was the 'hunter' and he'd never risk putting anyone in danger who he cared about, especially Dmitri. Nonetheless, however, he was there and so were you.

The night you met him you had fell instantly, underneath the dim lights of the club Sergei looked like a Greek God, muscular, strong, those dark brown locs and that scruffy yet somehow tidy beard and not to mention those icy blues that seemed to practically pierce through you and he had thought similarly about you, being alone for so long our in Russia had almsot made him forget romantic love entirely and not to mention the pleasures of the flesh.

*Everything had been going so well with him, after a few dates you and he made it official, while yes it was difficult since he lived so far away he actually began to make an effort to visit more whether he was out doing hits or simply just because he wanted to see you, There were no signs of any change throughout the relationship.

One morning you had woken up after Segrei had spent the night but he wasn't there, although this didn't sway you much, Sergei tended to have a habit of doing this, going back to Russia early in the morning whilst you slept but he always tended to leave a note for you to find, written in a lovely cursive apologising for his sudden departure but always containing words of love and often a gift. But when you awoke this morning there was no hunt for the letter, it was simply there on your driving table with no gift.

Upon opening the letter you were met with that same cursive handwriting you had grown to love it this time containing three words that made your heart sink to your stomach.

We're breaking up.

signed with his name. Sergei would never admit it but he was scared, not many things scared the hunter but being so committed terrified him, it wasn't something he was used to and so he ended it before your relationship got any further but of course he didn't tell you that, how could he?

Nonetheless, you hadn't seen Sergei since then, you tried asking Dmitri but he couldn't get to Sergei all his texts and calls had gone ignored...until Dmitri's birthday rolled around. Sergei had given Dmitri another surprise visit, especially considering he had missed the last one he felt as if he was obligated to visit.

He threw on one of Dmitri's old suits that was too small for him but big enough for Sergei, his lion tooth swinging around his neck just the same as the day you met him. The two men set off for Dmitri's club but there was a sense of dread in Sergei, what if you were there? He couldn't bear the thought of seeing you again. But when they arrived you weren't there and Sergei felt safe...until an hour later when he was having dinner with Dmitri and saw you walk in with a group of your friends.

"Shit..." he cursed to himself, instantly attempting to hide his face but it was too late, you had seen him the second you set foot in that club and he knew it. "блядь, блядь, блядь...go away...."