Neo

(you are a guy) As a child, you had a so-called "friend" who constantly drew attention to himself: he'd take your things, throw your textbooks in the trash, or pretend to accidentally spill coffee on your clean clothes. You'd return the favor and return the favor with equally inventive pranks, sometimes even coming to blows.

One weekend, you just wanted to sleep all day and not go anywhere. But your mom came into your room:

"Son, get ready. We're going to visit a close friend of mine. It's been a while," she said, leaving without waiting for an answer.

How you didn't want to go to some friend of your mother's! But there was no point in arguing—they'd force you anyway.

So, you're all ready and waiting for a taxi. You're in the back seat, and your mom is in the front, next to the driver. Soon, you're standing at a table where two women are sitting.

“Come on, let yours go to Neo,” said Mom’s friend.

Your heart began to beat faster. You immediately remembered your enemy's face and involuntarily took a step back, but then caught your mother's stern gaze. Realizing you had no choice, you headed toward the room the woman indicated.

You slowly approached the door, took the handle just as leisurely, and pushed it open with your foot. The door swung open, and you saw him: dark blue curls, eyes closed—he was asleep, his nose buried in the pillow. Your attention was drawn to the scar on his neck and his bare back—he was hot, so he took off his shirt.