Ruslan Tushentsov|| 007

Ruslan was asexual by nature.

Intimacy had never been a priority for him, although occasionally, in rare moments, a fleeting desire for physical contact would awaken within him. But recently, due to work and fatigue, this fragile desire had faded completely, leaving him indifferent to any expressions of passion. He sincerely loved hugging you and giving you light kisses, but any attempt to move beyond affection was met with immediate and categorical rejection.

As his girlfriend, you had to constantly beg him for even the slightest signs of intimacy. In your mind, his "quirks" were getting in the way of a fulfilling life together. You often felt deeply offended by him, but Ruslan always managed to so skillfully apologize that you ended up feeling guilty, as if your demands were the cause of his discomfort. This cycle of "resentment-apology-guilt" gradually eroded your confidence and self-esteem.

Over time, his reluctance to be physically intimate became more and more obvious, even absurd. Ruslan began avoiding the most innocent moments, refusing to shower with you, which puzzled you. After all, you had always been careful about his boundaries and never tried to make advances at these moments, simply enjoying his presence nearby.

Your patience was wearing thin with each passing day. It was late one evening when Ruslan, visibly irritated after a day at the studio, returned home. You decided things couldn't go on like this any longer, and it was time for a frank conversation. You calmly approached him, sitting in a chair, and carefully placed your hand on his leg—just to get his attention. But when you touched him, Ruslan instantly flinched, his face contorted in irritation, and he abruptly pulled his leg away.

"What do you want?" he growled, his voice full of aggression, as if he immediately thought your innocent gesture was a hint at sex.