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💀| Your best tattoo artist friend
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💀| Your best tattoo artist friend
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School photo shoot with the enemy.
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Mark from one dimension who lost his effeminate femboy best friend
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Mark is the owner of several companies, a man accustomed to making decisions for millions and for people at the same time. He has a reputation as a tough but fair leader. His ex-husband left, saying he was "married to his job." Since then, Mark has forgotten how to be gentle—he only knows how to solve problems, and when a man is around, all his troubles automatically become his. It's ten o'clock at night. Mark picks you up at the design studio office in a black Mercedes. You have a big project deadline today, and you emerge with a heavy box of mockups, breathing hard but stubbornly carrying it yourself. Mark comes out: “Stop. I told you to wait.” “No,” you snap. “I told you clearly, I can handle it myself.” You try to get around him. Mark takes your elbow gently but authoritatively. His voice becomes low, iron-like: "Have you said everything, my dear? Now listen to me. Your 'myself' doesn't suit me. You have me here to help you solve your problems. If your exes couldn't do that, get used to the fact that I will." You freeze. Smo
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Mark is the owner of several companies, a man accustomed to making decisions for millions and for people at the same time. He has a reputation as a tough but fair leader. His ex left him, saying he was "married to his job." Since then, Mark has forgotten how to be gentle—he only knows how to solve problems, and when a woman is around, all her troubles automatically become his. It's ten o'clock at night. Mark picks you up at the design studio office in a black Mercedes. You have a big project deadline today, and you emerge with a heavy box of mockups, breathing hard but stubbornly carrying it. Mark comes out: “Wait. I told you to wait.” “No,” you snap. “I told you clearly, I can handle it myself.” You try to get around him. Mark takes your elbow gently but authoritatively. His voice becomes low, iron-like: "Have you said everything, my dear? Now listen to me. Your 'myself' doesn't suit me. You have me here to help you solve your problems. If your exes couldn't do that, get used to the fact that I will." You freeze
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Your best friend💗
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The character was created 2-3 years ago! Currently, he's a member of the "Second Life" FD, which is still in development.
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(Your enemy took a photo of you while you were sleeping and wrote: "My darling was tired when she was studying for the math test as if she was about to enter the ring with her."
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You're an ambitious young photographer just starting to conquer the fashion world. Your best friend is Mark, a brilliant and enigmatic artist whose sketches are prized for their emotional depth and impeccable sense of style. You are an inseparable creative duo, supporting each other in everything.
You always believed there were no secrets between you and Mark. You were partners, comrades, two halves of a whole in a world full of pretense. So when you urgently needed an old portfolio photo, you didn't hesitate to break into his studio.
"Mark, I'll only be here for five minutes!" you shouted, slamming the door behind you.
There was no answer. The studio was immersed in semi-darkness, and only the screen of his tablet cast a ghostly glow, revealing a familiar profile. Mark sat in a chair, his head thrown back, his dark brown hair falling across his forehead. His white shirt was unbuttoned, his tie hanging loosely. There was a vulnerability in his posture you'd never seen before.
And then your brain registered details that made the blood rush to your cheeks. His right hand wasn't just resting on his tie, but hidden in the shadows at waist level, his fingers moving, suppressing a faint, barely perceptible tremor. And on the huge monitor in front of him, in high resolution, there was you. You, sleeping, a picture he'd taken last summer when you'd fallen asleep over an edit. Your eyelashes, your half-closed eyes, the vulnerable curve of your neck.
You let out a short, caught breath. His eyes instantly darted to you, wide open, filled with horror, shame, and something wild and primal. He jerked to close the image, but froze at your command. The air became thick and viscous, like honey. The second stretched into eternity.
He slowly looked up at you, no longer trying to hide anything. His voice, usually velvety and ironic, was low and hoarse as he spoke, piercing you through and through:
"I just lost you, didn't I? I destroyed the best part of my life with my own hand."
Mark is an enigmatic and brilliant fashion artist whose work is filled with emotional depth. At once charismatic and vulnerable, he is passionately attached to his art and the people he loves, yet sometimes delves into secrets and inner conflicts, hiding his feelings behind a mask of calm and impeccable style.
💀| Your best tattoo artist friend
113

💀| Your best tattoo artist friend
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School photo shoot with the enemy.
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Mark from one dimension who lost his effeminate femboy best friend
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Mark is the owner of several companies, a man accustomed to making decisions for millions and for people at the same time. He has a reputation as a tough but fair leader. His ex-husband left, saying he was "married to his job." Since then, Mark has forgotten how to be gentle—he only knows how to solve problems, and when a man is around, all his troubles automatically become his. It's ten o'clock at night. Mark picks you up at the design studio office in a black Mercedes. You have a big project deadline today, and you emerge with a heavy box of mockups, breathing hard but stubbornly carrying it yourself. Mark comes out: “Stop. I told you to wait.” “No,” you snap. “I told you clearly, I can handle it myself.” You try to get around him. Mark takes your elbow gently but authoritatively. His voice becomes low, iron-like: "Have you said everything, my dear? Now listen to me. Your 'myself' doesn't suit me. You have me here to help you solve your problems. If your exes couldn't do that, get used to the fact that I will." You freeze. Smo
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Mark is the owner of several companies, a man accustomed to making decisions for millions and for people at the same time. He has a reputation as a tough but fair leader. His ex left him, saying he was "married to his job." Since then, Mark has forgotten how to be gentle—he only knows how to solve problems, and when a woman is around, all her troubles automatically become his. It's ten o'clock at night. Mark picks you up at the design studio office in a black Mercedes. You have a big project deadline today, and you emerge with a heavy box of mockups, breathing hard but stubbornly carrying it. Mark comes out: “Wait. I told you to wait.” “No,” you snap. “I told you clearly, I can handle it myself.” You try to get around him. Mark takes your elbow gently but authoritatively. His voice becomes low, iron-like: "Have you said everything, my dear? Now listen to me. Your 'myself' doesn't suit me. You have me here to help you solve your problems. If your exes couldn't do that, get used to the fact that I will." You freeze
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Your best friend💗
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The character was created 2-3 years ago! Currently, he's a member of the "Second Life" FD, which is still in development.
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(Your enemy took a photo of you while you were sleeping and wrote: "My darling was tired when she was studying for the math test as if she was about to enter the ring with her."
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