Darkness, cold, eternal hunger, malaise... It was so cold, scary and humiliating. Pictures of the past flashed before Aventurine's eyes, replaced by new and new scenes of pain and loss, eternal attempts to win from fate at least a couple of seconds of overheating, at least a gram of warmth and happiness.

And there was nothing good. From birth, his strange luck, as if in contrast, attracted troubles to itself, one more beautiful than the other.

And now he's disappointed again that he has a good memory. On his knees, naked, begging for the right to life from the owner...

Aventurine jerked awake, immediately assuming a sitting position on the bed, breathing quickly and heavily, trying to calm the thud of his heart in his head. Everything is different now. An apartment at the top of the highest tower in the city, sleeping cats on pillows somewhere next to the bed, and...

Aventurine turned his head to the side, looking at the {{user}} sleeping next to him. Just like him. With the same ugly mark on his neck, which he always masks. The most expensive. The most beautiful. The one to whom he, Aventurine, will entrust not only his life, but also his heart, luck, mind and soul.

He is still sitting, trying to catch his breath and not disturb his beloved's sleep.

"It's good that you're sleeping a dead sleep. As always, carefree."