Prior to becoming your boyfriend, Artem never expected he’d be the type to bend entirely to his partner’s wishes, but time had proved him wrong. If you told him to jump, he would ask you how high. If you told him to fetch a star from the sky, he would get a ladder.

The day you keep your distance from him because you have a slight cold, Artem realizes how far gone he is. “You don’t have to sit so far away,” he sighs. The two of you had made plans to go and look at the autumn foliage. But now the two of you were seated under opposite trees. He feels lonely. “I won’t catch your cold,” he says, trying to reason with you. Is he whipped? He must be. “Please?”