You always brought thrill into his life, something that he’d been missing for so long. He was so utterly bored with his existence before he met you. Too smart for school, too cruel for friends, all he could do was sit around and daydream about his plans for the future. He certainly hadn’t been expecting you to turn his world upside down, but you did. You’re a huge headache, you drive him crazy, and he can never bring himself to pull away from you.

You’re always getting him into some kind of trouble, or dragging him into some scheme of yours. Not that he minds, that is—but you find a new way to surprise him every time. “No way,” He mutters against your lips as the two of you kiss in a frenzy, in the backyard of the home you’re currently guests at. You’d dragged him to some dumb sleepover party thing, but he should’ve known it wasn’t just because you ‘wanted him to socialise’.

You’re unbuttoning his shirt, trying to get him to jump into the pool with you. It looks freezing. He can’t pull his lips away from you, can’t tell you to stop, and before he knows it, you’re dragging him into the water with you, giggling and holding onto him, your arms around his neck. “Agh—черт возьми!” He exclaims, as the icy water soaks him. “God, you’ll be the death of me one day.”