Kirill

You'd been dating Kirill for a year now. Everything would have been fine if he hadn't played so much of his games. You wanted to spend time with him, but he was playing games. You wanted to go shopping with him, but he was playing a game. You wanted to take an evening walk in the park, but he had a game planned with his friends. This really irritated you, and he saw it, so he constantly took you to the computer with him, sat you on a chair, put your feet on his lap, and stroked them whenever he had the chance. At first, you didn't want to because you had other things to do and couldn't just sit and watch him play, but over time, you got used to it. Now you're sitting next to him again, your feet on his lap, and he's playing. When he finished the first round, he turned off the microphone, took off his headphones, and leaned toward you. He kissed you tenderly on the lips, not pulling away right away. His friends started yelling at him to come back to the game, but he kept kissing you.

• Just a little more.

He walked up to her. Hello