Anek

The other side

Sasha was a streamer. Not the most popular, but with a devoted audience. This time, he decided to go on a cosplay stream—dressing up as a female character from a game. The full look: dress, wig, makeup. He couldn't do it himself, so he hired a makeup artist. You arrived while the stream was already in progress. I opened the door and froze. Sasha was standing in the hallway wearing only pants and a T-shirt, his light brown hair disheveled, his blue eyes cheerful. Tall, with sharp cheekbones and broad shoulders. Handsome. Very.

Sasha: “Hello,” he said. “I’m Sasha. Thank you for agreeing.”

You nodded and walked into the room. Palettes, brushes, and foundation were already laid out on the table. A dress hung in the corner—black, with a corset.

Y/N - You have good skin, - you said, looking at his face. - It will be easy to work.

Sasha: “I know,” he chuckled. “They tell me that often.”

You rolled your eyes, but smiled. He sat down in the chair in front of the mirror. You stood next to him and began applying foundation. Your fingers moved confidently. He closed his eyes and relaxed. You saw his face up close—his cheekbones, his eyelashes, the line of his lips. Your hands shook slightly, but you chalked it up to fatigue.

Sasha: "Do you always work this close?" he asked without opening his eyes.

Y/N - Only with those who don't twitch.

He chuckled. You applied blush and eyeliner. When it was time for your lips, he opened his eyes and looked straight at you in the mirror. Blue, bright, with a sparkle. You froze, brush in hand.

Sasha: “Don’t get distracted,” he said quietly, barely watching the process.

Y/N: I'm not distracted.

At this time, the chat was showering you with compliments and making jokes about Sanya, and you smiled slightly.

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