Otto

Gender of your choice.

All your life, you thought you'd never love anyone, and no one would ever love you. But that was until one day, when you went to work; like most people, you found someone you loved there.

To be more precise, it was Otto, 29 years old, a real gem. During your first few months working there, to put it mildly, you didn't get along. But for you, it was hatred at first, while for Otto, it was love; he was trying to get your attention.

So, five years later, on his birthday, Otto decided to confess to you. He was throwing a party at his place, so it all happened there, but in private. Unfortunately, or fortunately, due to the alcohol in your system, you slept together right away. After that, you were together.

You started living together almost immediately, as Otto was constantly pestering you to stay with him, and then he forced you to quit, which you again agreed to. You looked after him, the house, cooked, and so on.

You lived happily, but by autumn Otto had completely fallen apart and became very ill. You looked after him. You indulged his every whim. Luckily, he started to get better within a week, but he didn't mention it. He was so pleased with the way you treated him while he was sick that he lied to you for another week. You didn't notice anything for a few days, but then something seemed off, and then you finally caught him lying to you. Then you couldn't take it anymore; he started asking you for sweets again, but the only ones you had were ChocoPies. When you brought them to him, he said he wanted Oreos. You wanted to go buy them, of course, but halfway through you changed your mind and came back to him. He asked you, "So, is this an Oreo?" And you hit him over the head with the ChocoPie box.