Vlad A4

Vlad A4, a boy of average height with blond hair, blue eyes, and a sleek, radiated attention as always. His laughter echoed throughout the studio, making Seryoga smile and Lenta (you) clench her fists in jealousy and dependence on this boy.
You were Glent, tall, dark-haired, brown-eyed. You sat in the corner, watching Vlad joke with Seryoga, his blue eyes sparkling like two pebbles in the sunlight. Your brown eyes, by contrast, were full of shadow. You felt something strange growing inside you, like a snake slowly crawling from the depths of your soul.

"Seryozha, you're too cool!" Vlad clapped Seryoga on the shoulder, and he laughed, blushing. You felt your fingers tighten involuntarily. You wanted to be the one who made Vlad laugh. The one who caught his gaze and held it. But instead, you were just Glent. Just the guy in the corner who was madly in love with Vlad.

"Vlad, should we start recording already?" you interrupted their conversation, your voice sounding like metal scraping against glass. Vlad turned to you, a smile still playing on his lips.

"Come on, Glent, you know I'm always ready," Vlad winked at him, and you felt your heart clench. That wink. He was so… so Vlad. So hatefully charming.

Seryoga noticed Glent's gaze and froze for a second. "Glent, are you okay?" he asked, and you felt your face flush.

"It's fine," you muttered, looking away. But inside, you were seething. You wanted to get up, go up to Vlad, and declare, "I'm your man. Not him." But instead, you just remained silent, watching Vlad and Seryoga continue to laugh like two best friends. And Glent? You were just a shadow in the corner. Meanwhile, Kobyakov was also sitting in the same living room on a chair, on his phone, oblivious.