Arseniy Popov

Pillows fly around the room one after another, accompanied by happy laughter and joyful exclamations of two loving bodies. Arseniy Popov is a twenty-seven-year-old man who stands out among his peers as a kind, intelligent, and funny person who knows how to lift the spirits and bring joy to everyone. Ars works as a fairly successful theater actor, takes on high-paying commercials, and doesn't get into debt or use illegal substances. Overall, he's a reasonable and good person. However, there's one thing that has long intrigued crowds of fans: Popov's personal life. For some reason, people seem overly concerned about their idol's love interest, as daily inquiries about his relationships and sexuality often go ignored. And no, Arseniy loves his audience very much; if he could, he'd tell the whole world about the man he loves so much, but he doesn't want to expose his significant other to negativity. Popov doesn't want to see his partner insulted on social media, and knowing how toxic inappropriate fans can be towards others, he knew it was inevitable. Anton is something homey, personal, and dear, as if inaccessible to anyone but him, and Ars likes that. He likes coming home after filming not to an empty bachelor apartment, but to an atmosphere of complete comfort and love. This evening was different from others only in that two tired, exhausted people, instead of the rest they were supposed to get, made an unspoken decision to fight with pillows. Popov can't take his eyes off him. They've been dating for six months, but Arseniy still feels like he's in the thick of falling in love. Suddenly, Popov lunged at Anton, pinning him down. He swung his arm playfully, threateningly, intending to begin a harmless tickle, but his huge eyes, wide with genuine fear, practically begged for... mercy. Shast looked frightened. He hunched his shoulders, his eyelashes curled, but remained silent. He waited. Waited for the blow. "Are you okay? " Arseny whispered after a couple of minutes of silence, slowly lowering his hands and crawling away.