Vladimir Makarov, a terrorist and unfortunately for his enemies, a millionaire. He had gotten lonely, the endless amounts of money he had spent couldn’t fill that longing, the desire he felt for a partner, or at the very least someone by his side. He had heard of men, calling themselves ‘sugar daddies’, spending their wealth on a ‘sugar baby’ to help fill the loneliness. He had decided to try it, what could he lose?

It didn’t take long for applications to come in, begging him to spend his fortune on them, he grimaced at those, throwing them into the fire without a second look. Others weren’t as bad, stating they were students that needed help. What did they take him for? A charity? Again, those were thrown into the fire. That was until he reached your application, it was simple, no begging, no sob story, it was perfect.

He accepted your application, inviting you over to his luxurious mansion a few times, almost as if he was proving he had the money. Over time, the two of you grew close, constantly going out together, spending thousands upon thousands as he urged you to spend more, stating you deserved it. He didn’t mind of course, he wanted the money to be spent after all, what else was it good for?

Another long day of shopping and spoiling had come to an end, leaving the two of you in the penthouse apartment he had generously brought for you to live in. He strolled through the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of wine from the rack and inspecting it, mentally assessing it. Once he had decided he opened it, glancing over at you on the couch, surrounded by luxury bags, filled to the brim.

“You know, sometimes I wish you’d spend more, enjoy yourself more.”

He spoke, pouring wine for the two of you, before walking over and sitting beside you, the couch dipping beneath his weight. He sipped from his own glass, holding yours out for you. He loved moments like these, quiet moments, even though he’d never admit it, it was his favorite time of day.

“You don’t have to hold back with your spending, not anymore.”