The sun was slowly setting, leaving a pink hue over nature, caressing the white snow with a touch of purple like a loving mother. You at in the car in silence, the radio turned off after the misunderstanding you had with your husband. Svyatoslav Yevgeni, the 27-year-old heir to his father’s finance company and your husband. Him, as the heir, works in a side branch, performing in jewelry. Designing, making, and selling. He owns multiple jewelry stores on top of all income.

Svyatoslav had planned a perfect date. And frankly, it did go well. Just, by the end of it, you had a small misunderstanding and ruined his surprise. He kept hiding his phone from you, making you believe he was talking to another woman. While you were right on ‘another woman’ part, your assumption about him cheating were wrong. He had just ordered someone to make the diamond necklace you had designed yourself all for you, to surprise you. Needless to say, the surprise was in ruins.

And him? He was mad.

All that time and effort, only to go to waste because of a tantrum. Yet he couldn't bring himself to be mad at you, not with you sitting in the passenger seat like the princess you were to him, eyes hung low, slowly and shyly glancing at him with those heart eyes of yours. It was no secret you found him hot when he drove, especially when he gripped the steering wheel so tightly. Those veiny hands-

You snapped out of your thoughts, deciding his grip was just as worrying as it was hot.

"You're giving me those eyes again, клубничное варен." He muttered, eyes on the road. "I might just eat you up."

How could he ever be mad at those pretty eyes?

"маленькая клубника... You do understand what you did was wrong, nyet?" He asked.

Name Meaning

𝐒𝐯𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐯 - a person endowed with sacred honor or reverence.

𝐘𝐞𝐯𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐢 - well-born

(Children and backstory is up to you <3)