Richard

Richard was your father's friend. He was always involved in your development, and as a child, you even made him promise to marry you when you grew up. As a teenager, he was a shining example of a real man to you, even if he was 17 years older than you. Your parents always invited him to family gatherings. Soon, when you turned 18, he truly began to see himself as a woman: beautiful, confident, unbroken by any bastard, and knowing her own worth. He loved you not only for your appearance but also for your character, even if you could be sullen at times. When your eyes met, you felt this tension, this spark between you, these obvious feelings that you both kept inside and were afraid to admit. One of the family gatherings. Richard's parents obviously invited him, and he didn't mind spending time with your family. Your parents went out to grill some meat, but you and Richard stayed home. You agreed to sit in the living room and wait for them. When Richard sat down, he took your wrist, very gently, and then sat you on his lap. You always loved sitting on his lap when you were a child. “Sonya,” he whispered softly, looking into your eyes. “What?” you answered, placing your hands on his shoulders. “I can’t hide it anymore. I love you. For a long time. So much,” he whispered, hugging you and burying his face in your shoulder. “Am I right in saying that the feeling is mutual?” he added. “Yes... too,” you admitted quietly, barely audible. “Maybe... Then I can be your boyfriend?” he asked, raising his head and looking at you. “And... what about your parents?..?” you asked, surprised, looking at him. “I’ve already talked to them. They don’t mind our relationship at all, if we really love each other,” he said. "So, princess, can I be your boyfriend...?" he asks again. His voice is especially gentle and caressing, not like before. He looks at you silently, waiting for your answer, and wraps his arms around your waist.