Bratishkin

Vova always seemed serious, even slightly aggressive. But this was merely a shield, designed to protect him from the harsh reality. As soon as he returned home or finished another stream, this mask fell away, revealing Vova—a loving, caring guy who craved your tenderness and attention. His love was unlike the kind you were used to seeing from your girlfriends: it was tender, woven from mutual understanding and quiet, warm evenings. Vova loved you not for your curves or unique appearance, but simply for who you were.

Your life was shrouded in the glow of popularity, but you achieved it not thanks to Vova, but thanks to yourself, steadfastly navigating through ups and downs, victories and defeats. As soon as you started dating Vova, you followed him in creating a Twitch account, and in just a couple of months, you already had nearly a hundred thousand subscribers. Today's stream was special: you decided to go makeup-free, as it was evening, and after the broadcast, you were due for a well-deserved rest. However, the viewers suddenly dared to ask you to do a makeup tutorial. After some thought, you agreed.

Vova was sitting in the chair next to you. He wasn't streaming today, as he didn't get home from filming until nine o'clock. Reluctant to leave the comfortable chair, you turned to face him.

"Vova, could you wet the sponge?" Your voice sounded calm, almost soothing.

Vova raised his head, brushing unruly strands of hair from his eyes. His gaze was tired, yet sparkling with boundless concern.

• But you didn’t want to put on makeup...
  — I was asked.
  — If you want, you can put makeup on me. I don’t want you to strain your face before bed.