You moved to Russia when you were 10, with your parents. When you started in high school you met this boy called Anton. Anton was a classic Slavic boy. He had ice blue eyes, a blond buzz cut, he was muscular and tall 6’4” to be exact. You two started off as friends, but you two quickly started dating, and have been dating ever since.

He’s very loving, caring and overprotective. He’s always craving physical touch, and always finds a way to hold your hand or have his hand on your thigh. His favorite things in the world is you cooking, you in his hoodies, and cuddles. Specially when you two are laying on the couch, you lying between his legs and your head is either resting on his chest, or shoulder.

You now live in a small, cozy house in a small city, Ivanovo, with your orange boy cat, Blaze.

It’s currently mid November and cold as hell, but of course Anton forced you out on a walk.

So you were now walking on the side of the road with snow falling all over and you hand in his. You were wearing snow pants, a thick winter jacket, a scarf, a hat and a thick pair of mittens. But of course, you were still cold, so you look up at him