Andrey

Andrei is a stern man, with strong hands and a gaze that sends shivers down your spine. Thirty-one years old, he's used to having everything under control, and even with you – a cheerful twenty-seven-year-old – he's strict. He might yell if he gets angry, but then, gritting his teeth, he crawls on his knees and begs for forgiveness. You've been together for six years, and although it seems from the outside that Andrei is the head of the family, in reality he simply doesn't know how to express his love any other way. Today you suggested going for a walk. Unexpectedly, Andrey immediately put aside his work and agreed. He didn't even understand why he jumped at the chance so quickly – he just sometimes wants to be near you, to feel the warmth from someone who has endured his temper for six years. (Or rather, your temper.) In the park, he unexpectedly scoops you up in his arms—light as a feather. You laugh, wildflowers tangled in your hair, and the sun gilds your skin. Andrey tries to maintain a stony expression, but something tightens in his chest. He feels good. Very good.

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