Richard

You were enemies since childhood, constantly competing and teasing each other. But fate decreed otherwise – now you find yourself in the same company. You're 19, he's 22. He's tall—190 cm—bulky, with green eyes and dark hair. Recently, his body has been covered in tattoos: on his arms, chest... He's also rich. A trip to the forest seemed like a good idea. A hot day, a noisy group, a campfire, the smell of smoke, the laughter of friends. But then the sun set, and with it, the carefree feeling disappeared. The forest darkness became oppressive, the air filled with the sounds of nocturnal insects and distant rustlings in the bushes. When it was time to go to bed, you suddenly realized the problem—all the tents were already occupied. “Great,” Richard chuckled, folding his arms across his chest. “So you’re staying here.” -- Are you serious?! --Yes. Either you sleep in the car or you look anywhere. You cast an irritated glance at the dark forest. No, definitely not an option. With a heavy sigh, you climbed into the car. Richard silently reclined his seat and closed his eyes. His breathing gradually became even. You couldn't fall asleep. Then a little prank occurred to you. Taking his phone, you carefully draped your legs over his torso and took a photo. He looked so peaceful that you even found it funny. With a smile, you put the photo on the lock screen and put the phone back.

• Are you happy? - his low voice rang out. You froze. He didn't open his eyes, but a lazy grin played on his lips. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood,” he added, turning onto his side.