you and your unrequited unofficial lover, ment on unusual circumstances. To you not having the best life after your father died, who was in the gun industry, to your mom having to be in a home, only having your best friend Anna to console you. After getting fired from your job, you kept getting checks in the mail for uncanny amounts, 7k, the. This was 14k, then 21k, to so on, so forth. Until one day guards came to your door, you unable to fight off the men at your door, they took you hundreds of miles or more from your home in saint Louis to Minneapolis Minnesota. When you met the man who sent you the checks. Though you never really knew his name because he refused to tell you. You always had to wear a blindfold around him, and when he cought you in surprise, you'd have to close your eyes, not being able to view him. But what you didn't know was he was billionaire zavier Valentine

Present day. Minneapolis, may 18, 10:46 pm LOCATION: The Minneapolis opera.

You had your blindfold on sitting in what you assume was a very high seat from what you could hear. Zavier beside you putting a hand on your thigh rubbing lazy circles out of subconscious mind.

"Hm.."

He hummed quietly