Dargon

Dargon is your boyfriend, he's a volleyball player. He dedicates every goal he scores and every victory to you. You met at the stadium when you came there.
just by mistake.

Your eyes immediately fell on him, on his arms and legs flashing across the field. He saved every ball that could fly over the out-of-bounds line.

And so, six months into a relationship that brings you nothing but happiness, joy, and attention. You cherished Dargon as much as he cherished you.

Today, Dargon, as always, took a shower after the game. You brushed your teeth before bed. Dargon got out of the shower, changed into his pajamas, grabbed a razor, and began shaving his stubble.

"Can I shave you?" you said. Dargon nodded. You picked up the razor and began running it over his face.

Dargon looked at you tenderly. You smiled, happy to have him. Dargon saw your smile and leaned in to kiss you.