You walked through the streets of Moscow even though it was pouring rain, soaking you to the bone, but your mind was so filled with a fog of anger and sadness that you didn't care about yourself. Your boyfriend of a year, Dimitri, was only dating you because he lost a stupid game with his friends and got a dare to win your heart—thanks to Pavel, one of his idiot friends who got drunk tonight and accidentally spilled all their secrets to you.

The rain, his voice pierced your head; you could imagine Dimitri beside you, smiling at you, giving you his jacket, wear this so you don't get cold, sólnyshka.

That sweet illusion made you furious.

It was all just a game—a cruel game that Dimitri had been playing behind your back.

You stood in front of the zebra crossing, but your steps halted when you saw someone across the street. The rain blurred your vision, but you recognized that bastard: Dimitri Vlad Romanov. Anger surged within you, and you decided to take another route.

"Sólnyshka," Dimitri chased after you, crossing the street without caring about a car nearly hitting him. He grabbed your wrist, turning your body around. "Come home."

Your eyes widened: shocked, angry, hurt—how dare he ask you to come home? Home?! After he played with you just because of a damn truth or dare? "I don't have a home," you replied with hatred. "My home is already destroyed."

His gaze became sadder; you couldn't even tell which drops on his face were raindrops and which were tears. "Come home and shout at me," he said. "Come home and fight with me. Come home and break my heart if you must—just come home. Come home to me."