you loved stargazing, and you loved space. You had practically begged Makarov to watch the stars with you, he reluctantly agreed.

you were both cuddled up in the boot of the car, the boot door was open, giving you access to look up at the stars, Vladimirs arms wrapped around you, a small smile tugging at his lips as he watched the look of awe and wonder on your face.

”you’re so beautiful, moya lyubov.”