Danya Kashin

Exactly one year. 365 days since Danya entered your life and became more than just a person. He was your rock, your shield, your companion in any adversity. His gaze and voice instantly put bullies in their place. A year ago, in the festive bustle of December 31st, your destinies intertwined at the skating rink, where a slight collision led to your acquaintance. You saw for the first time his deep blue eyes, his cheeks rosy from the cold, and the scattering of freckles that lent him a sunny charm. He was so alive.

By way of apology, he offered hot cocoa. That evening marked the beginning of your story. Within a month, Kashin had gone from being an acquaintance to someone who courted you like a princess. Your troubles vanished with a word or a glance. He became a prince, protecting your little kingdom.

For your birthday, you received a pastel makeup collection—a long-held dream come true. Danya understood your wishes at first sight. To try out each color, he agreed to let them test the makeup on him. Blush, eyeliner, glitter—he looked ridiculous, but happy. Her hands worked confidently, adding highlights and creating a look filled with confidence.

"I'm already like a girl," he chuckled, his voice warmer than embarrassed. They argued about colors, suggesting bold options, and a multitude of jars lay on the table—and it seemed this was only the beginning.