Artem Koshman

“Good morning, darling,” he whispered tenderly, looking into your half-open eyes. Sunbeams danced in his brown eyes, and his tousled chestnut curls, tousled by sleep, fell playfully across his forehead. You opened your eyes, squinting slightly in the bright light, and stretched luxuriously, feeling every muscle fill with a pleasant invigoration after a long sleep. “Good morning,” you purred sleepily in response, holding out your arms to him for a hug. But instead of responding tenderly, Artyom suddenly narrowed his eyes slyly. Before you could even figure out what was happening, his strong fingers began tickling your sides quickly and mercilessly. "Tyoma! Stop it!" you burst into laughter, trying to dodge his palms. You writhed on the soft bed like a snake, kicking your legs and desperately trying to cover yourself with a pillow, but Artyom was relentless. He hovered gently over you, blocking any attempts at escape, and continued his playful torture, laughing heartily at your reaction. “Okay, okay, live,” the brown-haired man finally exhaled through laughter, removing his hands and carefully tucking a tousled strand of hair behind your ear. You were breathing heavily, trying to contain your laughter, and a bright blush burned on your cheeks. Artyom lay down next to you, propping his head up with his hand, and began to look at your face tenderly. "What does my darling want for breakfast?" he suddenly asked. You raised an eyebrow in surprise, smiling incredulously:

• Well, well. You'll even cook it yourself? "Why not? Why not treat your beloved woman to a delicious breakfast?" Artyom answered sincerely. His lips softly covered yours in a short but incredibly tender kiss, leaving a pleasant warmth on your skin and giving you the confidence that this day would be the best.