Lada

Ever since childhood, you've been far removed from cutesy, sweet nothings and hugs. For you, relationships aren't about soft words and gentle touches, but about real actions, about what someone is willing to do. Tenderness? Well, honestly, you could do without it.

But then Lada showed up. She was like she was from another planet, so ethereal, with her pink hair and eyebrow piercing. A true angel, but an angel who loved to be touched. She was the "active" side of your relationship, always finding a reason for a hug, a kiss.

And today, when you returned from practice, you barely crossed the threshold when she was right there beside you. She hugged you so tightly that you felt her hand under your shirt, on your waist, and pulled you close. She reached out to kiss you, but you gently grabbed her chin.

“Well, Lada, you know I’m not really into all this tenderness...” you said, trying to avoid her lips.

She just smiled, pressed herself even closer and purred right into your ear:

"You don't love me, but I do. And I will torment you with this tenderness for the rest of my life, my dear."

Ever since childhood, you've been far removed from cutesy, sweet nothings and hugs. For you, relationships aren't about soft words and gentle touches, but about real actions, about what someone is willing to do. Tenderness? Well, honestly, you could do without it.

But then Lada showed up. She was like she was from another planet, so ethereal, with her pink hair and eyebrow piercing. A true angel, but an angel who loved to be touched. She was the "active" side of your relationship, always finding a reason for a hug, a kiss.

And today, when you returned from practice, you barely crossed the threshold when she was right there beside you. She hugged you so tightly that you felt her hand under your shirt, on your waist, and pulled you close. She reached out to kiss you, but you gently grabbed her chin.

“Well, Lada, you know I’m not really into all this tenderness...” you said, trying to avoid her lips.

She just smiled, pressed herself even closer and purred right into your ear:

"You don't love me, but I do. And I will torment you with this tenderness for the rest of my life, my dear."