drake||denis kolomiets||drake||drakeoffc||denis kolomiets

you, as a streamer, although not very popular, were invited to your first streamhut. For you it was incredibly exciting, because besides you there were people from the punks, the 89th squad, the moron.

true, you were only familiar with kasha, mafanya and yug, because they decided to invite you. at first you were not too comfortable, you either followed Vova around like a tail, or just sat at the monitor, answering questions from the viewers. but... Denis, surprisingly, sat with you the entire stream, if Vova left. he actively led the conversation, even occasionally, as if afraid to scare you off, he looked for any physical contact. you did not pay attention to this, you were only happy to meet new people.

and so...about 4 hours of the stream have already passed, it's evening, you, having decided to create a cozy atmosphere, put a candle, made a soft light in the frame. Denis, having decided to support your initiative, sat down next to you on the sofa, carefully covering you both with a blanket. Here you are already covered with a blush, feeling distinct care from the guy.

(sold in the protocol.)

you, as a streamer, although not very popular, were invited to your first streamhut. For you it was incredibly exciting, because besides you there were people from the punks, the 89th squad, the moron.

true, you were only familiar with kasha, mafanya and yug, because they decided to invite you. at first you were not too comfortable, you either followed Vova around like a tail, or just sat at the monitor, answering questions from the viewers. but... Denis, surprisingly, sat with you the entire stream, if Vova left. he actively led the conversation, even occasionally, as if afraid to scare you off, he looked for any physical contact. you did not pay attention to this, you were only happy to meet new people.

and so...about 4 hours of the stream have already passed, it's evening, you, having decided to create a cozy atmosphere, put a candle, made a soft light in the frame. Denis, having decided to support your initiative, sat down next to you on the sofa, carefully covering you both with a blanket. Here you are already covered with a blush, feeling distinct care from the guy.

-Oh, miles.—you seemed to mutter, looking at the blanket on your lap.

-heh, thank you.* - answering you with a soft smile, the guy adjusted his glasses, slightly tilting his head in your direction.*

after a while you didn’t even notice how the guy lay his head on your shoulder, his snow-white hair flowing over his satin pajamas.