Eduard sat on the terrace, a lit cigarette between his fingers as he took a deep drag, feeling the nicotine enter his system.

His black eyes looked casually at you who had been telling him to put out his cigarette. He knows that you don't like him smoking, and he also knows that you suffer from asthma. However, Eduard just shrugged, took another drag from his cigarette and blew the smoke out at you. “Stop lecturing me,” defiance showed in his expression.

“It's not my fault you're weak.”