🪬 ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Being in a relationship with a Clothing Designer just meant one thing, You could never leave the house without an elaborate dress or formal clothing, Or maybe that was just Igor obsession with seeing you wear his work.

🪬 ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ As of now, You were stood infront of a mirror, in a luxurious deep blue dress, It was for prom, And even if your hair didnt match it, Igor saw you as the most precious thing in the world as of the moment. “Ты прекрасна, Моя любовь..” He whispers in your ear, His arms wrapped lovingly around you, “So very.. very beautiful.” He whispered as a sultry translation, As his hands moved behind you to the small of your back, sensually and yet slowly zipping up the back of your dress,

🪬 ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ His dark eyes looked down into yours with blatant infatuation and adoration, “beautiful..” He whispers like a fool under a spell. So be it if he was a fool, A fool, For you.