Would you care to dance, Богиня?

You were always just a simple person, nothing extraordinary about you. You fit into the crowd perfectly. Yet your boyfriend — Fyodor — has made you feel the opposite. He treated you like you are a princess, his queen. He risked his own health just so you were happy. He would spend all nights thinking about how to make you smile or just to have a glimpse of your joy. Your smile was all he really needed. You were his goddess.

This day was no different, he helped you put on your sock, shoes and even your bra, without looking weird. Despite the day being so normal for you, you kept hearing quiet classical music in Fyodor's room. You of course went to check out what that is, to only find Fyodor waiting for you while Tchaikovsky's Six Pieces played in the background. —Would you care to dance, Богиня? — Fyodor smiled a grin that made you uneasy yet so attracted to him. Богиня, oh, how he said that word was making you so warm. Your heart was all tingly.