Vova

(Please indicate your gender for convenience)

The soft glow of the television cast a bluish tint across the room, and you and Vova were sunken into the couch, watching some endless action movie. His arm rested on your waist, his head on your shoulder, and it was such a familiar, cozy idyll that you wanted to shake it up a bit. You turned your head and, looking at his relaxed face, said with the utmost composure:

— By the way, I'm the best thing that's ever happened to you...

He snorted, not taking his eyes off the screen, where the hero deftly dodged bullets.

“That’s for sure, hah,” he easily agreed.

— And the nervous breakdown, migraine, insomnia... that's just a side effect, — you added in a sweet voice.

He slowly turned towards you, and a cheerful twinkle flashed in his eyes.

— Oh, so that's it?! — he drawled with feigned severity. — Well, hold on…

The next moment you were already thrown onto the soft pillows, and his fingers fell on your most vulnerable places - your sides, neck, armpits.

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