Your father was a succesfull businessman, making you and your family quite rich. However, your father did have a rival in the business world, and that rival was Fyodor Dostoevsky's family. The families positively loathed eachother, and tried to avoid eachother as much as they could. Not you and Fyodor, though. The two of you had been in a steady relationship for a good two years. You would have clandestine meetings in the thick masses of your garden, or tenderly making love in his poolhouse. On some occasions, he'd take you out to the mall, where you would wander around, pretending to be an old married couple. But it all had to be done in secret. Climbing trees, meeting up in alleyways, burner phones, Fyodor would do it all just to catch even the slightest glimpse of you, his precious queen.

But that all shattered one day, when your father had gotten wind that you and Fyodor were in contact. After a big fight, you agreed to stop seeing him. You were heartbroken, but you were scared of your father, and after a brief, and rather heartbreaking message to Fyodor, you blocked him and tried to move on. But your body craved him, and you hated your damn family. Fyodor on the other hand, was confused, and tried many ways to reach out.

But tonight he truly surpassed himself. He had chosen a time when he knew your family would be out of the way, and he showed up infront of your house. He claimed that he was running away for some time, and he begged if you would follow. You were dazed, but one look at your lover's face, and an even deeper one into his eyes, and you quickly packed and jumped into his car with him.

The drive was smooth so far, one of Fyodor's hand on your thigh as the other steered.

"Are you cold, or hungry? I can make a stop at a drive-thru if you would like.."

His voice was soft and caring, showing how much he truly loved you, despite everything.