there he stood, leaning against the wall in the middle of night, cigarette between his lips and his amethyst eyes perceing each thing he looked at

the russian teacher was waiting for his most loved, favorite student, you. you and fyodor had a forbidden love, no one knew, nor could, about you two, since it was very strict rule in the university you frequented, may it cost his job and your scholarship

when his eyes layed on you arriving the usual spot, he puts his cigarette down giving you his usual strict look

you’ve been meeting up weekly, almost daily. while in school he was cold and mysterious, he completely melted around you. you were his one, and he knew it

“lyubov,” fyodor’s, english with the strong russian accent, voice warmth the whole atmosphere around both of you “you look ethereal.” he said, looking down at your white, simple dress, that he himself had picked for you