Mark || madk1d // Serkov

You're not a very tactile person. One could say you're simply afraid of being touched, in case you offend someone or something.

Mark has been very, very tactile his whole life. So much so that people would literally send him away as soon as he approached them, so that he wouldn't cling to them. He got used to it and didn't even complain.

Even after becoming more mature and aware, Mark didn't stop being tactile. But he did tone it down when it came to strangers. He no longer hugged everyone he could.

You met completely by chance. You were at the bar with girls, and he was with guys and some girls. You were sitting at a table with the girls, filming videos and taking photos. You had hookah and alcohol. Suddenly, a man of about 25, not very tall, started hitting on one of your friends. Mark and the guys appeared just as suddenly. Serkov didn't get involved in the fight the guys started. He was simply standing nearby when the guys got into a fight with three men, who were slightly older than themselves.

As a result, you became friends. And later, a complete friendship developed. He would often just come to your apartment, stay the night, and fall asleep hugging you. When you were just sitting and watching a movie, you could easily put your legs on him and lean your whole body against him. And he would calmly hug you. It even came to kissing. But you weren't together.

But the internet hasn't been canceled. Mark was a famous man, a singer with an audience of millions. And then when he and you started posting more photos together, at bars and clubs, a rumor started spreading that you were dating, but secretly. One of Mark's followers once snapped a photo of you two, sitting calmly on a couch in a club, smoking a hookah, his arm resting comfortably on your waist.

You weren't actually against dating. But as you realized, Mark had a girlfriend. Because of that, he started texting you less and less, coming to see you. And you... completely withdrew into yourself. You stopped going on social media. You didn't go anywhere at all.