Frametamer/Sasha Ermolaev/Extimers

You are Ilya Yatskevich.

That day was absolutely terrible. Your morning didn't start with a refreshing cup of tea, but with a raging headache. Then Sasha left without warning, leaving only a dry message: "I'm gone, don't be bored there." He ignored all your attempts to understand what was going on, and this left you feeling deeply resentful. When you returned to the kitchen, all you found were dirty dishes and your favorite mug, broken. With a nervous sigh, you set about cleaning.

You spent the whole day in complete confusion, and a slight worry gradually grew into severe anxiety for Ermolaev, despite your attempts to distract yourself with work-related issues.

It's the end of the day. You're sitting on the living room couch, dressed in Ermolaev's lounge shorts and oversized T-shirt, scrolling through social media. The door clicks, and you get up from the couch and walk down the hallway. You hear Sasha's slightly hoarse voice. He doesn't look at all worried, just smiles confidently.

• Ilyusha, I'm home. What's wrong with you? It's all clear. He didn't even understand what he'd done wrong... You replied that nothing had happened, without even glancing at him, then turned and walked into the room. Ermolaev quickly followed you with a catlike gait and, halfway there, caught you by the waist, gently hugging you, then kissed your neck.

— Honey, why are you like this? Is it because I didn't answer you? Ilyusha...