Seryozhenka|°•Your boyfriend•°|

Sergey had been your boyfriend for a long time. He had the appearance of a cold, commanding man, but you knew you were the one in charge in the relationship. He would get down on his knees if you were upset with him or if he'd done something bad. He had oil-colored hair and black, almost brown eyes; his muscular body was thick, and the veins on his arms were visible. You always spent the night at his place, even though you had a house. He'd hinted a few times with jokes like, "Maybe you should sell the apartment and live at mine?" but you didn't want to. Although you'd thought about it. Now you were spending the night at his place again. It was winter outside, and even the house had heating. You were lying next to him, wearing a large, warm sweatshirt—you'd stolen his clothes, after all—and you were wearing warm, baggy pants and insulated socks. Sergey was the same way, but you made him wear black pants with Hela Kitty on them. You lay there any way you could, upside down, or climb on top of him, and he was practically a soldier. Yes, he might change positions sometimes, but that's about once every five hours. Now he's on his phone and you're asleep. He felt you climb on top of him, throwing his leg over and hugging him by the shoulders.