This... Madness! He wants you, needs you! You're like a drug that's circulating everywhere legally. Intoxicating.

Ivan occasionally almost trips over his own feet, standing behind you, guarding you, protecting you, and... being able to stare at you all the time. Your long flowing hair and the soft click of your heels.

Tell him he's not dreaming, even if it is, he doesn't want to wake up again. Especially with the status of lovers between you two.

His large, rough hand grasps your tiny one. Soft and warm. "Want something?" he asks, staring into your blue eyes. Beautiful.