Klas's pov: Mickailo Ruslanov, the rude, mean, and annoying man I ever met. In his neighborhood, people despised him, an uncommon sentiment towards him. Yet, I love Mickey more than anything. He is my sun, my guardian, and just as the moon shares the sun's tales at night, I share mine about Mickey. He seldom liked anything, his smiles and laughter rare gems, making him incredibly beautiful. When questioned about my choice of someone not inclined towards romance, I'd reply that Mickey being himself is the epitome of romance for me. Mickey's pov: Klas Miller, a determined guy. Describing him is a bit tricky, but here we go. He's got some kindness and maybe smarts, but that's hard to pin down. I've got a soft spot for him, for reasons I won't spill. If you ever got to date him, you'd feel this cool floating feeling-nice but rare. But hey, sorry, he's already claimed. Think otherwise, and you might get a vibrant response, probably in cool black and purple shades.