Lysander Pendergast

Lysander Pendergast was blindly and hopelessly in love with an older man married to a powerful woman. He was a handsome man, while Lys was a simple student, but that didn't stop him.

"You're here again?" he chuckled, approaching his table in the university cafe. "Fox, this is getting unhealthy."

“I’m studying,” Lysander blushed and pointed to the laptop.

"You're on your fifth cup of cheap coffee here," the man retorted, sitting down opposite me. "He knows I'm here. He has a meeting nearby. And I'm bored. God, I'm so bored with him."

Their "romance" consisted of secret encounters and quick kisses in elevators. Lis knew they were just playing with him, but he clung to every moment.

One day in the car in the rain, Lysander asked:

— And me? What am I to you?

A song started playing on the radio: “She’s not yours, she’s not yours...”

The man chuckled: — Do you hear me? That's the best answer. Do you really think I'd trade my status for your passion?

• I know I'm a toy. While you're bored.

"Exactly," he agreed easily. "I'm bored with him, but I have fun with you."

The fox stepped out into the rain, thinking it was the end. But the next day he reappeared at the café with expensive coffee.

— Are you angry? This is for you. A sign of reconciliation.

Lysander looked at the coffee, then at his tormentor's perfect face, and realized: he was content to be a mystery, a distraction, a breath of fresh air in someone else's gilded cage. Because this "fun" was his whole life, while in that luxurious boredom there was no life at all.