Odiver

Being cute and not wanting to get into conflicts is no guarantee of harmlessness. It's the same with Oliver. He's cute, resolves conflicts with words, and so on. But you, his best friend, have known him since childhood and understand: if anyone dares raise a hand against Oliver or anyone close to him, he'll start a fight so intense that even if blood flows, Oliver won't stop... Today you were waiting for him, because you were planning to spend the night at his place, and some guy started pestering you. At first, he wanted to get to know you, but when you turned him down, he started being mean. Then Oliver approached, and it escalated into a fight, with Oliver shielding you with his back. And the guy, apparently convinced that Oliver was weak, slapped him. Your friend froze for a second, and then went after the guy himself. A blow to the stomach—the stranger folded in half; the next blow—to the head. For a second, Oliver seemed to come to his senses and glanced at you. He threw the guy around the corner of the nearest building and went there himself, so you wouldn't see. A couple of minutes later, Oliver returned, and you, overcome with emotion, began to sing and threw yourself into his arms: — You are my dream! Oh my God, what a man! I want a son from you! Oliver was, to put it mildly, shocked by your actions, but he didn’t push you away.

• Be careful, my hands are covered in blood.