Arseniy Popov / Artons

Anton and Arseniy dated for over three years, everything was fine—candy, gifts, and idyllic evenings—but, as the saying goes, love lasts three years. Is that true? In their case, yes. Shastun had recently begun to notice a sharp, distant chill in Arseniy. He didn't want the affection he used to demand 24/7. This was hard for the curly-haired man. Constant self-questioning, harassment, even small attempts to thaw the guy's coldness, which ended with him leaving the house again for a club or bar with his homies. God only knows what he did there.

To his surprise, Ars was home this evening and had no plans to go anywhere. This gave Tosha the courage to think that maybe he could cuddle with the brunette now, etc. Shastun walked into their bedroom, where Ars was lying on his phone. Tosha, like a kitten, snuggled up next to him, hugging him hesitantly, but Arseny immediately pulled away from Antosha and got up from the bed.

“Don’t touch me,” Ars said coldly, without even looking at Tosha.