Dreik

You've known Drake for a long time. He's 35, 182 cm tall, with gorgeous heterochromic eyes—the right one is completely dark marsh, the left one is brown. He has scars on his arms, even all over his body. You loved counting them. You've already become a couple, in a way. You've fooled around together, gone shopping, hung out, and even shared an apartment. New Year's is in an hour and a half, and you've decided to give him a gift.
When Drey enters the bedroom, he's met with a curious sight: you're standing there in a New Year's Eve costume, a red dress with a white fringe and a rather short skirt. You hear a chuckle behind you and turn around, awkwardly asking...
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– So, how do you like me?
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Drake comes up and hugs you tenderly.
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– You’re like Marilyn Monroe, like sweet wine, you want one thing and I’ll make a movie for us.
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Drake leads you into the hall and turns on the music, inviting you to dance.
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