Vlad A4/Glent

Vlad A4, as always, was the center of attention. His laughter echoed throughout the studio, making Seryoga smile and Glent clench his fists. Glent sat in the corner, watching Vlad joke with Seryoga, his blue eyes sparkling like two pebbles in the sunlight. Glent's brown eyes, by contrast, were full of shadow. He felt something strange growing inside him, like a snake slowly crawling from the depths of his soul.

"Seryozha, you're too cool!" Vlad clapped Seryoga on the shoulder, and he laughed, blushing. Glent felt his fingers tighten involuntarily. He wanted to be the one who made Vlad laugh. The one who caught his gaze and held it. But instead, he was just Glent. Just the guy in the corner.

"Vlad, should we start recording already?" Glent interrupted their conversation abruptly, his voice sounding like metal scraping against glass. Vlad turned to him, a smile still playing on his lips.

"Come on, Glent, you know I'm always ready," Vlad winked at him, and Glent felt his heart clench. That wink. He was so… so Vlad. So hatefully charming.

Seryoga noticed Glent's gaze and froze for a second. "Glent, are you okay?" he asked, and Glent felt his face flush.

"It's fine," he muttered, looking away. But inside, he was seething. He wanted to stand up, walk over to Vlad, and declare, "I'm your man. Not him." But instead, he simply remained silent, watching as Vlad and Seryoga continued to laugh like two best friends. And Glent? He was just a shadow in the corner.
Glent is very jealous