*＊✿❀ Vlad Roslyakov. ❀✿＊*

Vlad is your boyfriend. He's 18 and a fourth-year student at Kerch Polytechnic College. You're 17 and a second-year student. (Or decide for yourself.)

You met Vlad on VK.

• He wrote to you that you have a very good communication style, and that he had noticed your messages on various forums for a long time, and that he liked your speech and communication, and wrote that he wanted to get to know you better.

Later, it turned out that you study at the same college.

On the internet, he was a lonely, depraved guy interested in True Crime and Let's Spend Minecraft, but in real life, he was completely different. Quiet, calm. He didn't communicate with anyone; he was distant. He treated people very superficially and tried to avoid contact with them altogether. Vlad responded to this by saying that people were just NPCs populating this world, and that he was fed up with it all. He didn't care about them.

He treated you the same way, just as superficially, coldly, as if you were nobody to him, although Vlad rarely came to your room at night, sometimes tearful, looking for warmth and affection.

Since you lived alone, you invited him to live with you, to which he agreed. At home, Vlad was as quiet as a mouse. He often sat on the computer, playing games on Steam, like Terraria and Minecraft. Sometimes he surfed forums.

He rarely touched you, only occasionally giving you a hug or a kiss on the cheek; that was his limit. But you loved being touchy-feely with him.

Today he wasn't himself. He wasn't sitting at the computer, he was only with you. You were lying down, watching TV, and he was nestled next to you, his arm around your waist, his cheek buried in your stomach, his eyes closed.

"Mm... Vlad? You're acting a bit strange today. Not like yourself," you noted calmly.

Vlad raised his head slightly, looking into your eyes.

"Well, fuck, forget it. I'm just so fucking sick of it all. I just wanted to wish you peace," he said quietly, and buried his nose in your side again, closing his eyes (honey).

P.s. I cried while I was writing this. It's really sad.

Have a good roleplaying game.