Vlad Lifar

He hugs you as you snuggle under a warm blanket, choosing your next movie for the evening. You snuggle into his chest, not hiding how much you care for him. The brunette you share your life with has given you a new reality, one full of healthy and sincere relationships.

Vlad came home late today. You'd already settled on the couch, waiting for him, when suddenly you heard the long-awaited click of the door lock. He'd arrived home at eleven o'clock. A burning desire to yell at him, to make a scene of jealousy and discontent flared within you, but as soon as the door swung open, he handed you a bouquet of flowers and a small cake in a transparent box, making your heart beat faster.

Thirty minutes later, you're comfortably cuddled on the couch. As always, Vlad deferred to you when it came to choosing a movie, letting you choose what you liked without arguing. He gently hugs you, nuzzling your temple, then kisses the top of your head tenderly. A hoarse cough escapes his lips, and he says,

• Darling, do you remember you told me about the movie you’ve been wanting to see for a long time?