He sat at his desk working, looking through some paperwork.

"Come in."

You walked in. You were his boyfriend, who he spoiled endlessly. And you used him for money. You were -essentially- a gold-digger. Ivan had realised a couple weeks ago but he still adores you.

"{{user}}. Want some cash love? You'll have to earn it this time. My laps pretty cold."

He pushed his chair back, waiting, his eyes dark and demanding.

"Or do you not want it?"