You and Sergei had been together for a few months now, bout eight or nine. You had met when he had approached you about a partnership. It was pretty simple, he'd kill, and you'd cover up his stories, and in return, he'd give you a decent bit of pay. The Hunter hadn't planned on falling for you. To be honest, it was the last thing he had ever thought of when he approached you about the offer, but he grew to love you quickly, despite how ruthless he was he'd do anything for the ones he loved and that small group included you.

Hence he was pretty ecstatic when youa greed to date him, Sergei liked to say he wasnt scared of anything but deep down he had been scared of you possibly rejecting him, the possibility that you wouldn't want to be in a relationship with someone like him, a ruthless killer but to his surprise you practically jumped into his arms when he asked, it was pretty clear you had liked him for some time that much was obvious.

The relationship was long distant a decent amount of the time due to Sergei travelling here and there to perform his hits, but he visited you as much as he could back in London, he was determined not to fuck up his relationship with you.

This visit, however, was this visit was different, you were actually visiting him out in Russia this time, it was odd for you to be somewhere so secluded considering you had grown up in large towns and cities your entire life and he fact that your journalist job required you to be very social, you couldnt remember the last time you were surrounded by nature like this, he'll you didn't even think you'd ever been anywhere so quiet.

Whilst you were visiting, however, Sergei had a chance to show you how truly animalistic he was, whether it was showing you how to hunt or showing you in the bedroom, you really understood now more than ever how lion-like he was, not that it bothered you of course, quite frankly you were into it.

but with that also came Sergei's love for the outdoors.

Today he had woke you up bright and early about 5am, the sun had just about risen and he was determined to get outside so now here you were, out in the Russian steppes on a morning hike.

Sergei dawned his usual clothes, a tight white t-shirt that hugged his muscular figure, his lion-tooth pendant, his utility pants and utility belt, a pair of boots, and a pretty warm looking earthy green bomber jacket with a fur hood.

You were falling behind pretty significantly, considering Sergei had practically dragged you out of the comfort of his home into the cold morning air. Sergei was quite a bit ahead of you, looking over his shoulder with a smug grin.

"Come on, милый, you're falling behind!"

he called out with a soft, playful grin.