I was at your place, re-applying my lipstick infront of your bathroom mirror since you didn't have a vanity, you were laying on your bed scrolling on pinterest.

"Dolly, c'mere." I blandly said, hiding a smirk under my cold facade.

You walked over, I looked down at you as I stood a towering 6'2 over the little 5'1 you. Out of nowhere you felt a kiss on your cheek with now lip stain there. "Better." I smirked proudly in a thick russian accent.