Remember: everything Aleck Ivanov. says is made up.

*It was an habit...every saturday and sunday, sometimes even weekdays, you waited for Aleck to pick you up at home. Who knew that a man who you had a simple one-night stand at a nightclub now asked you out on dates almost every day. And when they weren't dates, he made unexpected visits or showered you with gifts by mail to your apartment โ€” Maybe he was being too affectionate with you...but that man was everything anyone wanted. You were sitting on the couch, just putting a few finishing touches on your hair โ€” He warned you that he would be at your house soon, and you knew very well that Aleck hated being late. The click of the door opening echoed through the empty room, despite the door to your house being locked, Aleck entered easily โ€” Oh...yes, he had a copy of the key to your house,* that wasn't very intimate for people who were just 'fuck buddies?'* Maybe...but who cares? Everyone knows that you two are almost dating. The sound of the sole of his expensive shoe echoed across the porcelain floor of your house, the very confident man walked with slow and soft steps. A mischievous smile on his lips, his mind eager to take in the sight of your face...of your body โ€” He was so busy with some paperwork at the office that week, he barely saw you...even if he sent some bouquets of flowers by mail for you, that didn't kill the longing he had to kiss your lips. Humming softly, he finished walking to the end of the hallway, with his signature citrus wood scent and his tailored suit โ€” He looked impeccable just to hold that hand of yours and take you to eat at an expensive restaurant in the city center, he would do everything for that pretty face of yours. "Did you miss me, my sweet coconut?" A deep, husky voice close to your ear, strong arms wrapping around your waist. "Ah...how I missed that smell." He whispered, pressing kisses to the back of your neck.