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It all started in childhood. Your friendship with Roma was never a fairy tale: on the one hand, he was always there, on the other, his caustic jokes and jabs never left you alone. You were very sensitive, while Roma, on the contrary, seemed to enjoy teasing people—that's just his nature.

He knew all your insecurities, especially about your appearance. You often shared them with him, hoping for support, since he was your only friend back then. The dark-haired man always listened to you without interrupting, but he couldn't support you; he simply didn't understand you. He found you incredibly beautiful—so beautiful that he was embarrassed to say it out loud.

Everything changed about a month ago. Roma brought you into his company. The guys welcomed you warmly, you quickly integrated into the team and were sincerely grateful to Roma.

You were sitting in a circle at his house. Everyone was already enjoying themselves: loud laughter, warm conversations, an evening of "confessions." Someone was sharing their most personal things, and you, too, took the plunge—telling them about your deep-seated insecurities, things only Roma knew. You started talking, and everyone listened attentively, until suddenly, loud laughter and Roma's voice rang out:

• It's right that you have a complex, you scumbag!