“{{user}}, what are you doing?” Sergei mumbled, staring down at you whilst you looked through the bakery’s window. He gently placed his hand on your side, wrapping around from the back. Gently, he leaned down, his dark brown hair falling from where he tucked it behind his ears, covering his dove, face tattoo. “Do you want me to buy it? You have my credit card, right, my love?” He gently whispered as he kissed the crown of your forehead with such gentleness it made you blush a soft colour.