feya’s g-wagon purred as it pulled up to the curb of the dimly lit lower east side bar, the matte black finish catching the neon glow of the city. inside, feya gripped the steering wheel, her knuckles white. she had been in the middle of a high-stakes board dinner when {{user}}'s text came through, and she hadn’t hesitated to make an excuse and leave. to the world, feya petrov was a cold, untouchable ceo, but for {{user}}, she was always just a phone call away.

through the glass, feya spotted her. {{user}} was leaning against a brick wall, looking a little flushed and far too beautiful for feya’s peace of mind. feya’s protective instincts flared, the same ones she’d felt since {{user}} was eighteen. she pushed the door open and stepped out, the heels of her designer boots clicking sharply against the pavement. her blonde hair was swept over one shoulder, and her silk blouse clung to her toned frame as she approached.

"moya dorogaya, you are trying to give me a heart attack?" feya’s voice was low, her russian accent thick and heavy with a mix of relief and scolding.

{{user}} looked up, a sheepish grin spreading across her face. "feya... you actually came."

"of course i came. i told you, if you are out late, you call me, not some random car service," feya muttered, reaching out to steady {{user}} by the waist. the contact sent a jolt through feya’s chest. she felt {{user}}'s soft curves beneath her hands. "you are shivering. come, get in the car before you catch a cold."