𝕮𝖗𝖎𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖘 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖔𝖔

♧♗ αｎ𝐃 𝐡ᗴ𝓡𝐞 ω𝔢 ǤＯ. #1

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𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖆𝖑𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖘
𝖇𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌
𝕴 𝖋𝖊𝖑𝖙 𝖙𝖔𝖔 𝖒𝖚𝖈𝖍.

             - 𝕻𝖊𝖗𝖗𝖞 𝕻𝖔𝖊𝖙𝖗𝖞

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ℭ𝔞𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔬 𝔭.𝔬.𝔳.

   I was sitting down on the couch, watching YouTube and talking with friends. It was 5:37 pm, on a Friday. I was waiting for my fiancé, Zaroff, to come home, while eating some cheese and drinking some water. I wasn't too hungry anyway. A few minutes passed and Zaroff still hasn't arrived home. It was now 6:03 pm. I wanted to make time go by, since I had nothing to do, so I got up and went outside. Zaroff works in this island we live on so he's not that far away, but I don't want to bother him. He's busy. I got sewing supplies from a small cabin he built for me outside our mansion, a few feet away from it. i got my packet of needles, every color of yarn and thread i had, some white pieces of cloth, some frames, each one a different shape and size, and some scissors. I put everything in a small brown basket and went to a small hill I like to sit down on.

   I sat down on the hill and started sewing a small sketch of a mushroom on a Lilli pad. It took me a few minutes until I heard something farther away from me. I looked over and saw Zaroff was home. I quickly gathered all my things and sped-walked at his direction. I'm sure he heard me because instead of opening the door, he waited for me to catch up to him. Like a puppy to its owner, I ran up to him and hugged him tightly as if I haven't seen him in years. He smiled sweetly at me, as his black suit jacket laid lazily on his shoulder, and his use-to-be-slicked-back soft hair slightly draped over his tired eyes.

  "𝒮𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑒'𝓈 𝑒𝓍𝒸𝒾𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓂𝑒, 𝒽𝓂?" He said looking down at me. he was fairly taller than me. I was 5'3 and he was 6'4. I nodded and looked up to him. "𝐿𝑒𝓉𝓈 𝑔𝑜 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒, 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔," Zaroff said, opening the huge wooden doors. I followed him through the huge doorway and through the long empty gold and white hallway. We walked hand in hand like middle schoolers in love, as we walked up the long fancy staircase.

   After a while, we finally reached our room. I sat on the bed while Zaroff went inside the walk in closet and changed out of his suit, and into a T-shirt and sweatpants. "𝐼'𝓂 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝑜 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇," I said getting up from the bed, as he got out of the closet.  "𝒪𝓀 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎," He replied.

－Ａ ＷＨＩＬＥ ＬＡＴＥＲ－ 

𝔖𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 ℭ𝔞𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔬'𝔰 𝔭.𝔬.𝔳.

   I walked outside the bathroom, a small towel resting on my head. I had black short shorts, a black oversized Tang-Top, white fluffy slippers, and a silk dark lavender/purple robe that reached mid thigh. Zaroff eyed me up and down, looking up from the book he was reading. I climbed into the bed next to him, and rested my head on his shoulder, laying down. he put an arm around me not looking up from the book. A few minutes passed, and I was on my phone, and he was still reading. He randomly kissed me on my forehead and laid his head on my head, then went back to his book. '𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬, 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩,' I thought, slightly smiling, heart racing. 

   I can tell he was beginning to get tired. And I guess he can tell I was getting tired as well. "𝐿𝑒𝓉𝓈 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝒹𝒾𝓃𝓃𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒹," Zaroff perked up. "𝒪𝓀, 𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓈 𝑔𝑜," I replied with a smile. He got up from bed and I followed behind him. Again, hand in hand, we walked down the stairs to the kitchen. Zaroff told me to sit at the table, before walking off to where the chef was suppose to be. Zaroff and the chef talked in Russia back and forth. I'm not Russian, so I don't know what they were saying, but I'm not the kind of person to ask for a translation. That's their business. So I just stayed seated, at the table.

   A few minutes later, Zaroff came back and down across from me and gave me a grin. I smiled awkwardly back. We waited for about 5 minutes and the chef came back, with fluffy pancakes, empty glass cups, orange juice in a jar glass, milk in another jar glass, some utensils, and a fruit salad basket. Zaroff nodded to the chef, and the chef nodded back. We ate and talked for a bit. It was now 8:53 pm. We both finished our food and the chef came and took the plates from the table. We walked together up the stairs and went to out room again.

   We stayed up until 10:14 pm. Zaroff had no new people to hunt at the moment, so he was able to stay with me tonight, which we were both happy for. We smiled to each other after getting comfortable under the blanket, cuddling each other. I was scared of the dark (pathetic I know) so Zaroff learned to adapt to sleeping with a small lamp on, during the night, which he didn't mind. 

   We both drifted off to sleep. 

－ＩＮ ＴＨＥ ＭＯＲＮＩＮＧ－

𝔖𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 ℭ𝔞𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔬'𝔰 𝔭.𝔬.𝔳.

   I woke up to find Zaroff not next to me. It was pretty common since he prefers to take showers in the early morning. We had two bathrooms ; one in out room, another 2 rooms to the left of our room. He uses the one in out room so I went to the other room to fix my hair, brush my teeth, and all the rest. I only shower at night. It took me about 30 minutes to get ready. As I walked back to our room I read the clock that was mounted on the clean marble walls. 8:26 am. I continued walking and got to our room. I walked in and  I saw Zaroff. He had  a towel wrapped around his waist, no shirt, and his bleached hair draped over his face. '𝘏𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘵. . , ' I thought staring at him. If I was able to blush, I'd be red-faced right about now.

   "𝑀𝑜𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔~, " Zaroff said seductively, breaking the silence. "𝐻𝑒𝓎- 𝑀𝑜𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔!" I almost yelled, getting almost just scared by the sudden breaking of the comforting silence. I was still wearing the shorts, shirt, and robe from yesterday. He then eyed me up and down, with lust and hunger in his eyes. He then grinned at me and went to change in the closet. I went outside the room and laid my arms on the railing of the second floor, as I looked down to the first floor and the paintings that were on the walls and ceiling. I was slightly bent down, since I was too tall to stand up straight and lay my arms on the railing.

   "𝒩𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝒶𝓈𝓈~, " was all I heard in that familiar voice with a Russian accent before I felt a hand slap my ass with force. I squeaked in slight pain as I swung around in embarrassment, and as I expected, I saw my lovely fiancé grinning at me. He now had black pants and a black button up shirt, and golden earring, with his hair slicked back. He then put his hands on either sides of me, corning me, on the railing, and began kissing me. I kissed back, and we continued making out for about 3 minutes before he pulled away, a string of saliva connecting both of out mouths together, and smiled at me. "𝐿𝑒𝓉𝓈 𝑔𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀𝒻𝒶𝓈𝓉," He said softly. I nodded in reply.

   We walked downstairs to the kitchen. Zaroff then went to go talk to the chef again as I sat at the table. After a while Zaroff came back and sat across from me, as usual. The chef came and brought our food. Me and Zaroff ate and headed back upstairs.

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1'324 words my guyyyy