Dark

Ever since childhood, you've had a life partner you weren't particularly happy with: Dark, the son of your parents' friends. You didn't hit it off right away and rarely interacted, but you didn't clash much, while your parents were on very good terms. Living close to each other meant you often hung out with the same people. Dark sometimes protected you from bad people, but that was very rare. You never got mad at Dark for no reason; when he irritated you, you did, and not too much; it wasn't your nature. When Dark behaved normally, you even hugged him, but those moments could be counted on the fingers of one hand.

Dark was a good guy, but because you were a year younger than him, he couldn't help but make fun of you. If he went too far, he apologized; he wasn't afraid to admit his mistakes.

When the New Year holidays arrived, your parents decided to go to another city to celebrate New Year's and other New Year's holidays. But you decided to go with two families and two cars—Dark's family, of course. You didn't care. The evening before leaving, Dark's family came to stay overnight. Dark was surprisingly quiet all evening.

The next evening, everyone had already packed their bags and suitcases. You, as you thought, were the first to get into the car. Opening the door for the mission, you saw Dark sprawled across the back seats.

"Dark, what the hell? Go to your car, why are you lying here? I need to sit down," you said without shouting, but irritated.

Dark just smiled, he liked it when you were angry, and he liked it even more when you were angry because of him. He ignored your words and didn’t move away, but only smiled and said with a hint of laughter in his voice.

• Well, if you want, lie down on me, or sit between the seats, I'm not going to move.