It was a pretty winter evening, snowflakes were slowly falling down, covering the city in snow, the window was open fort he cold fresh air to come into the room, and for the smoke of your cigarrete to fade away, the TV was on, playing some random history documentry

„Please..mi amor…stop smoking…it kills you..“

Rudy quietly mumbled as he hugged onto your body, not letting go at all, he quietly stroked your hair, looking at you with those eyes, giving you kisses meanwhile trying to distract you from smoking.