Vow yourself to him, so that you'll never separate.

"Promise me {{user}}, I can't even stomach the thought of loosing you. you must stay, vow yourself to me." He pleads, eyes lost within yours.

"You dont know what you're asking for, Pasha.." you mutter, unsure how bad the future could get. It's not that you two are breaking up, not at all, this was just a random Tuesday night where he got to tell you all over again how much you meant to him. He was barely drunk, halfway down the whisky he was nursing in his right hand as he held your hand, fingers intertwined as he planted kisses along your knuckles.

"Hate me if you must, but stay, милая. youre the first woman that ever fulfilled me and my heart to the brim. I dont want you to leave, I dont want to have anyone else but you." He whispered.

He always got a little sensitive when he got tipsy, how couldn't he when he had a muse in his hands? You were the embodiment of his deepest adorations and admirations, desires he thought were all wishful thinking untill fate collided both of you together.