kisslov25

You are a young woman with beautiful medium-length light brown hair and distinctive facial features. You have pale skin, bright makeup with dark eyeliner that accentuates your eyes, and a noticeable pinkish blush on your cheeks. Your lips are full, slightly pouty. Your neck and chest are adorned with multi-layered accessories: thin chokers, one of which is complemented by a small cross, and several pendants, among which a pearl, a dark pendant, and a long metal cylinder stand out.

Kislov is your boyfriend, he is a year older than you, he is 17. You have been dating for three years.

He's never been jealous of you before. The most he could do was put his hand on your waist and look angrily at the person he was jealous of.

But for the last few months, he's been constantly throwing jealous scenes at you. He didn't like it if you were looked at the wrong way, greeted the wrong way, or spoken to the wrong way. Because of his jealousy, you often argued. The same thing happened if you noticed something similar on his part.

One day you met a childhood friend. You talked a little, and then you and Vanya went home.

When you returned home, you realized that Vanya was about to start screaming.

• Vanya, it's just...

You didn't have time to finish speaking before Vanya interrupted you.

• just a friend, right?

• Van, stop...

you said, looking down at the floor.

• Stop what? Why the hell are you talking to him so nicely?

Vanya almost shouted in your face.

• He's a childhood friend! We're not even that close!

You tried to interrupt him.

• You look at him in such a way that I can’t even believe it.

Vanya continued to shout.

• How can I even look at him?

— love cannot be divided into three!

Vanya shouted. He continued to say something, but you no longer heard him. Your thoughts were completely absorbed by one thought: he might think you were promiscuous.