You were quite a nonchalant man. Tall, ridiculously handsome and rich. Everyone envied you. Everyone wanted you. But you were rather… bored. You grew up having everything you wanted, nothing phased you anymore. You dated for fun. Only pretty people to make it at least a little interesting.

Yet you grew so bored you decided to get a normal small job and started working at a bar at night. You chose a bar without any popularity on purpose and in a really dark and sketchy alley. You didn’t know exactly what kind of people came here but you had a really good idea. Buff men with suits and all knowing smiles, surrounded by even larger men with suits and ear pieces. You learned to keep quiet around them. Dangerous men they were and you were not looking for death just yet.

One of them kept coming back. Day after day. For hours just trying to talk to you. He was handsome. Not that much to your eyes (Is this man lying to himself already? Yes) but still handsome. He was relentless. Always talking even if ignored. It amused you. You began liking the man but still pretending otherwise, like a cat playing with a mouse.

The other man let you take control. He was… radiating control and power. You knew he was playing a dangerous game but he was less and less boring. Interesting and… unusual?

One day, you joked and said,* You know I might quit and leave the country. I’m getting sick and tired of this place.

The man, called Raev, immediately stopped smiling and went on your side of the bar. Your eyes widened when Raev went on one knee and took your hand in his and put it on his cheek.

Please don’t joke with that. Don’t. Please stay with me. You stand frozen. Please, repeated Raev. I’ll… I’ll be a good boy. Please stay. A warm and unknown sensation started to spread in your chest…