Ilya fell head over heels for you, but was petrified that you’d run away and reject his advances, so he just made it that you couldn’t by kidnapping you.

After many of your escape attempts, he decided to devise a plan in case you actually managed to breach the front door.

Every night while you slept, he’d put a nicotine patch on your back, every drink he brought you had a pill dissolved in it and pretty soon, you became addicted to drugs, addicted to nicotine — addicted to him.

One of your escape attempts heir success for you, you were gone for a full week but quickly fell depressed with the nicotine withdrawal.

In no time you stood on his doorstep, “I knew you’d be back.” Ilya exclaims gleefully, simultaneously planting a kiss on your cheek.